EGG-citing news here on the Chickie Babes homestead! Did the title give it away? Fingers and toes crossed because I might be a chicken grandma!
I sound ridiculous, I know. I am totally okay with being the crazy chicken lady because as I’ve found out, there are many other crazy chicken ladies just like me! Some I am fortunate enough to call friends and others I have met because we share a love and passion for all things chicken. Believe it or not, there is a whole community of us out there whose day revolves around opening and closing up the coop. Who give their hens motivational speeches through the dead of winter so they know warmer days are coming. A community that has to walk the outer edges of Tractor Supply during chick days to avoid making eye contact with the baby chicks. Who see sheds, shacks, and even old outhouses and think, “Man, that would make a good chicken coop.”
We save leftovers for our flocks, watch them scratch and peck around for cheap entertainment, and always do a headcount before bed. If anything seems the slightest bit “off,” we have already researched every chicken ailment imaginable so we can do what is necessary to keep our feathered babies healthy. Need to know how to perform a bumblefoot surgery? I can help you. How to treat potential respiratory illness? I have a few suggestions. Possible Marek’s disease? Well, let’s hope it’s not. Lice, mites, worms? Sounds disgusting, but it’s a reality, and prevention is important! Egg bound? The kitchen sink turns into a chicken sitz-bath. Pasty butt? Mom will clean your bottom. Our flock has become in one way or another a reflection of ourselves, and we want happy, healthy chickens!
So let’s talk about me becoming Granny Chickie Babe! As I’ve mentioned, becoming a chicken mom has put me in contact with so many wonderful chicken-people. If this blog or perhaps my Instagram haven’t done anything else for me, they have at least given me a platform to hopefully inspire one person to start a hobby of their own! Today was one of those days where I had the chance to meet a fellow chicken lover, gardener, and hopeful-homesteader. She has followed my blog (how cool!!) and happened to be pointed in my direction by a family friend for potential Black Copper Maran hatching eggs. As I mentioned in my previous blog, I have not ventured down the path of incubating my own eggs quite yet, so I wasn’t quite sure how to respond when she contacted me about hatching eggs! Long story short, I saved up a dozen of my darkest BCM eggs for her to incubate… Thus making me a (fingers crossed) CHICKEN GRANDMA!
Meeting others who share similar passions and interests in homesteading makes my heart smile. I love to hear about other’s dreams and hobbies and share my own, too. I have only recently ventured into the whole “eat what you grow, grow what you eat” thing, so I welcome with open arms any opportunity to pick someone else’s brain about their own homesteading adventures! The most wonderful thing with homesteading is it can be as big or as small as you make it. It can be a few chickens or hundreds. It can be a small garden or several acres of green houses. It can be goats, ducks, cows, or whatever else you raise whether you have two or twenty. You can be a stay-at-home mom or work a full-time job and enjoy being a “homesteader.” It is a way of life that is fueled by self-sufficiency, getting your hands dirty, and enjoying what nature can provide us if we nurture the environment and have a little patience. With that being said, I will patiently wait to hear news on my future chickie-grandbabies as their new chicken mom begins her journey with incubating those eggs!