Where have I been?!
Good news: I have 14 days off before I begin the LAST semester of my Nurse Practitioner program! I went MIA on this blog as school, clinical, and work completely owned my life the past couple months. It was hard to gather my thoughts with such a full schedule! I will say I finished the semester off strong and I am ready to power through these next 4 months!
Let’s catch up on my chickie babes! They are SO big now! I’d like to think they love me as much as I love them, but I believe most of their interest in me is largely because I’m always giving them treats. I’m fairly certain they correlate my high pitched “hellos” with left over garden vegetables and bread.
I have ONE new chicken that has began to lay a beautiful light green egg. I have opened up the hatch boxes but she still insists on laying her egg in the corner of the coop. I am in the midst of painting the hatch boxes bright, cheerful colors in hopes the girls will appreciate my efforts and lay big, beautiful, colorful eggs. Add some curtains in the mix and they will basically have the Ritz Carlton of all hatch boxes to lay in. Spoiled girls…
My roosters began to crow a few weeks ago. Their first efforts at crowing were so comical! It was hard not to laugh at the pitiful squawks but they quickly perfected their talents and let the whole neighborhood know it. Like typical men, competition was inevitable and each afternoon there was a crow-off in my back yard. Big Red and Fiona took home the prize most often, but the Black Copper Marans certainly gave it their all.
As any chicken owner would tell you, keeping the peace with roosters when you have 15 in one coop is basically impossible. I have dreaded the day where I had to re-home my roos as I knew they would more than likely end up in someone’s chicken soup. Today was the day I had to say goodbye to 11 of my handsome roos. To say it was a sad day is an understatement. I am almost willing to say today was traumatizing. I did not like the feeling of watching my roosters leave my possession. They were my sweet little chicks just a few months ago. I nurtured and raised them into what they are now, and I feel I failed them by having to give them away.
I truly enjoy every one of my chickens whether they be sweet, silly, shy, cranky, bossy, or feisty. But keeping that many roos was proving to be difficult and very stressful for the hens. My roosters were becoming possessive of their certain favorite hens and were not too fond of their male counterparts. I hated having to gather them up. I hated knowing they were scared. I felt and still feel guilty, sad, and quite frankly sick to my stomach. I have a small amount of comfort knowing the farmer they went to is going to get good use from them. I really did enjoy my roosters. I wish I could have kept them all.
It will be an adjustment period these next few days, but I am hopeful the grief I am experiencing will get better. I am going to cherish my dear chickie babes and work through the many new emotions and experiences I am having as a chicken mom. As for tonight though, I think I will enjoy a large glass of wine, watch the many videos I took of my roosters, and cry myself to sleep to lessen the heartbreak!