The robins are going berserk this morning, trying to keep warm. Our country is currently being slammed by what the meteorologist folks are calling a “Polar Vortex”. The tag just makes you feel all warm and cozy inside, doesn’t it?! Global warming at it’s finest, lemme tell ya! Robins migrate to Texas in the winter, because we are generally a two season location, hot and hotter!
Okay, occasionally a few cool days slip past the border, but normally, Texas winters are pleasant and mild.
The cold doesn’t affect me the same way it does most of the populous, because I wake up radiating heat. The cool air is most welcome, at least first thing in the morning…as the day carries on, I know the chill will set into my bones. I probably should take care of the chickens before that occurs!
Owning chickens is not for the weak. They require much care to remain healthy, fertile and happy. Because caged chickens have a tendency to defecate in their food and water, you have to stay on top of keeping the food and water containers clean and fresh. You also have to keep their trays clean. (Rabbits too…have I even mentioned the rabbits? Probably not, but I love them and this goes for them as well!)
But back to the chickens. Although, I could carry on about this fat lil’ male cardinal who is perched on a branch outside my window…so cute. And yes, I may or may not have ADHD, but I roll with it.
When working with the chickens, I have learned a thing or two. They like it when I sing to them. Not every day is a happy singing day though, as you know, and on those days that a song does not depart from my lips, I talk with them. The chickens and rabbits each have different personalities. There are sweet ones, mean ones, goofy ones, and everything in between. As for the quail, well, they remind me of the aliens from Toy Story. I cannot differentiate between any of them and they all act and sound the same. The rooster-quail’s crow is something else!
This past Saturday, I mentioned in my previous blog, that my dad and my youngest son went to show their chickens and eggs at the local annual Poultry Show. Well, I am happy to report that they raked in the rewards for all their hard work. 1st place in Bantam egg content, 2nd place in Standard egg content, 2nd and 3rd place in best egg trio, 1st place for our Dominiques…you may know them from the unlucky story of Lucky…killers!! They proved the ol’ saying “the bad guys always win!”
Mr. M was disqualified because Dad was misinformed of his breed…instead of a copper maran, he turned out to be a blue-copper maran! By just one word missing, he was eliminated from the competition. He would’ve received 1st as well, as he was the only blue-copper maran in the building…picky picky!!
My little Mamas and Papas received 2nd, Dad reported, but their ribbon was M.I.A.! Mr, White, whom I have yet to introduce, also placed 1st, but his ribbon was M.I.A. as well…something about a missing judge and his portion of missing ribbons.
Some chicken people can be sneaky! Someone also took off with a shirt my dad won in a raffle, as a man claimed to be my dad! Last year that same man is probably the one who made off with Dad’s chicken coop he won. Sneaky, crafty, snake! My first chicken love, Leonerdo, won 3rd in his division. They also won $100 in gift certificates and cards, and won 2 bags of feed and 2 bags of chicken treats. Made out like real bandits, they did.
My son truly enjoyed his first experience showing chickens. However, last night, he did confide in me that there were a few boys there that were chiding him and being really ugly towards him. But thus is life, and I told him they were just jealous of him because he had the coolest chickens and grandpa in the building. He always amazes me with how he handles things so well. Sometimes I wonder if he was switched at birth, haha, because he handles things way better than his dad and I do, most days.
Watching him handle the chickens with grace and assurance is astounding. He was definitely made for working with animals. I was made to learn that I could if I just gave it a shot. Not something I ever thought I would actually do or enjoy doing though. But chickens grow on you, with their daffy ways, sounds and personality traits. Even ol’ Mrs. Dominique has garnered my love for her, though I know she was the one who hurt Lucky so badly…well, she and her husband. I may name them Bonnie and Clyde.
Naming chickens just happens. Normally, they are not named right away, as they must grow a little and show their personalities, but some chicks are pegged from day one, such as our newest incubated hatchlings. We have a lil’ black chick with a white stripe on his head and he is an aggressive lil’ bully, so he got named Stripe, after the Gremlin. But it was only yesterday that I gave a name to one of our female rabbits. It was as if she told me herself, as I was getting her water set back into place. Daphne is such a sweet and interactive lil’ lady, and she can put the drink away like nobody can!
Well, it’s time for me to put the laptop away for the day. It’s time to start school with my youngest two and we still have those chickens to take care of as well. So, may your day be blessed and your body and soul be warmed by the Sonlight!
Until next time, this is the Chicken Lady, signing OUT.
Vaya con Dios