I’ve been thinking a lot about how to structure this chicken series. I’m hoping that it will be useful to aspiring keepers so I’m working on organizing my posts in a way that will be most helpful. That said, I’m just going to start at the beginning of our journey…
Here’s day one, March 31, 2007, twenty minutes after our first chickens arrived..
Knowing that we had been thinking about getting chickens, our friend Chip brought these three Silver Laced Wyandottes to us. A friend had ordered a shipment of fifteen or twenty and needed to re-home a few.
There was some excitement around here that day!
Because they were a bit of a surprise and we weren’t really prepared we had a wooden box for them to live in. But fear not, we quickly made a nice warm brooder using an aquarium.
On the kitchen counter of course…
We named them Sunny, Chip and Brady and they all lived for many years. We just lost Chip (the chicken, not our friend) a few months ago.
We were having fun with our new passion!. I remember the kids spending a lot of time up on that chair talking to the girls.
But we had so so much to learn, and we did, one step at a time..
Yesterday morning my little girl took this photo of Winnie hiding in the closet before school. Sometimes he just likes to camp out under the coats and surprise me. When I least expect it I reach in there for something and he moves and I scream and he thinks it’s quite funny.
He didn’t actually scare me yesterday but he needed a good wash and some grooming, so just after the above photo was taken I made an appointment and took him up the street for a nice bath and trim. I asked them to cut out around his face so he could see better and not be so messy looking.
Here he is now!
I’m getting some push back around here about his new look. My family thinks he looks like a sheep. Some other words used to describe his new doo were “ridiculous”, “he looks like a poodle”, “I can’t take him seriously” and “he doesn’t look like a real dog.”
I think he looks like a real dog! He’s my baby! And now he’s a cute, soft little puffball.
He’s the only one who keeps me company while I work on these financial aid forms.
Two weeks ago I posted about our newest addition. I’m happy to report that he’s doing great. Here’s how he spends his day:
He likes the sunny spot on the couch in the playroom.
There’s an occasional stretch.
And then he’s right back to his nap…
When he needs something he’ll come up to the kitchen and yowl until we figure out what he’d like. We think he’s deaf and his vision seems to be pretty limited too. He’s gained at least a pound and the other pets have accepted him easily.
I think he’s happy here. It’s sure an honor to have him.
Or perhaps I should call this post “Our Little Old Man”…
Our neighbors on the next street found this guy trying to get into their house the other day.
My son was called to help (he’s well known for helping in these situations) and of course he responded, cat carrier in hand. He and his friends took him to our local shelter at 9:30 pm only to find that the shelter couldn’t take him because he’s too old to be adopted as his estimated age is fifteen to eighteen years old. You can see how skinny he is… there is no fat on his body anywhere. We’re sure that he either lived outside for awhile or was not cared for in the home he lived in. The shelter has record of a man trying to surrender a cat who matches his description over the weekend, so it’s likely that he was dumped in our neighborhood which is right around the corner.
The shelter set us up with everything that he needs and did all of the necessary medical care and testing. Now he’s living in my garage for the 7-10 day quarantine period. I honestly didn’t think he’d live through it when he arrived. He was weak and tired and kind of disoriented. After twenty four hours of food and water he’s come back to life. Two days in he’s filling out and enjoying the jungle gym of stuff in the garage and all of the attention that he gets from seven people who dote on him whenever possible.
He’s extremely friendly and loving… I hope that he does well with the rest of our pets. When he arrived I thought that he might live for a few days, of course the jokes on me. Dino (short for Dinosaur) might be with us for awhile..
Theres a healing factor here for us as well as for Dino. With all of the harshness in the world right now, it feels good to provide some humanity to this little old guy.