Last night, my husband called home from work and asked if I wanted chickens. We've been talking about getting a new flock since the last of ours got eaten by predators when he was laid up after the accident. I really don't have a strong opinion on having chickens or not having chickens. I like the eggs and Quinn is excited about taking care of them.
Someone at work had laying hens that she needed to find a home for, so he was going to talk to her and maybe pick them up on Friday.
That would work.
He needed me find the big wire crate to transport them in while he patched up some holes in the coop and to round up the waterers and see if they still had working seals.
I could do that.
I was in the coop talking to Quinn about taking care of the chickens (he's seeing this as a good step on his path to animal rehabilitation) and Heath came flying around the side of the barn. The hose was near that yellow jacket nest that Bill supposedly killed a few weeks ago and when Heath moved the hose, they came after him. He ran into the house and took his shirt off in the kitchen...which left me with a kitchen full of pissed off bugs.
He's got a dozen stings. I've got two from just walking through the kitchen.
And things are back to normal at my house.
The yellow jackets are out of the kitchen, the chickens are in the coop, and I'm starting to thin that this is what I get when I wish for a normal day at home.
Pretty chickens. Enjoy your eggs!
ReplyDeletePS: check my post today: C is for Chicken!
ReplyDeleteOh my. You really did have an interesting day. Your chickens are very pretty and I love fresh farm eggs. Hope this week is less eventful at your home.
ReplyDeleteSeveral years back when I quit my real job to be a stay-at-home mom I told my husband I needed a real hobby and that I couldn't decide if I wanted to raise chickens or start quilting again. He asked me where I would keep the chickens and I told him the old barn on our property. The following weekend he tore down the old barn (and it was a big one...) Okay... quilting it is. Then about two years ago I told him not to plan anything Memorial Day weekend. My friends moved out of town and I bought her established flock of chickens -- coop and all. My husband had no choice but to help me move the coop and get everything set up. I've been crazy about chickens ever since (and still quilting!) It makes for a good combination. I love them both. Good luck with keeping your predators away. Fox are my big problem here. There are six fox living on our property. It doesn't matter if we kill them. More will come and live in the den. I just have to not let them free range without me attending them. Good luck with yours. I can't wait to see more pictures and hear the adventures. You are off to a good start with the yellow jacket adventure... or not. Every morning I pray for a boring day.
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