The objectives: Get chickens, have eggs, and eat chicken.
The steps: Get chickens, collect eggs, “process” the chicken, and eat chicken.
It seems simple doesn’t it. Well, there is more to both the objectives and the steps.
It is true, we are building the home for the ladies. That part is nearly done, as I’ve mentioned several times. The part I did not mention is this: The Chickens.
It turns out that you actually need to have chickens to lay the eggs and to physically be present to eat. Of course, we did not forget this part of the formula (chicken + coop = eggs & meat). That was the formula, in case you didn’t know.
But where, oh where are we to get such fine, egg laying, meat birds? Why not from our fantastic and generous neighbors? I mentioned them before and I will say it again – they are so nice! They gave us a ton of eggs and lent us an incubator. I still cannot believe their generosity and help. Wow!
Okay, let me back up. I totally freaked when Matt suggested that we hatch our own eggs. I mean, can’t I have a pullet (teenager) first because I have no idea what to do with a baby chick? Heck, I have no idea what to do with a chicken that still has feathers on it! Breathe, breathe, breathe. I’m okay now. So, right now, and I mean RIGHT NOW, we have a dazzling array of chicken eggs that are sitting in an incubator in my garage. I am not joking. I have proof.
I have been told, that if they hatch, we will have some cute, fuzzy baby chicks by the end of the month. I say if they hatch, because there is no way to be 100% sure that they are all fertilized and if so, some may be duds. Anyone remember Charlottle’s Web and Templeton?
I’m nervous, anxious, and super excited.
We have dark brown, light brown, light brown with speckles, light green, darker green, white, and cream colored. Yes, I said green. Green eggs and ham, Sam I am.
Oh, and I will share with you what “processing” a chicken is. Later. Much, much later.
Farmer Girl Out,