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Our Feathered Friends

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It’s been a while since we’ve posted on our new feathered family members, so I figured I’d give an update. They’re all about 8 weeks old now and getting bigger every day. A few weeks ago, they made the move to the big outdoors, otherwise known as “The Big House”, thanks to Tristan. Fortunately for our birds, they live in beautiful Arizona, so even though it is winter, they get plenty of outdoor time. 60+ degree days help them out there, though I’m not so sure how happy they’re gonna […]


What’s in a Name?

I’ve often heard that “A name says it all.” Is that true? I once watched a documentary about peoples’ names and came away with the understanding that our names actually affect the behavior of others. Don’t get hung up on the fact that I watched a show about this. The point is, names matter. They sway our judgement. In fact, in some cases we make judgements solely based on a name.

Why, oh why, am I dedicating an entire post on this issue? Well, it all comes down to this . . . what are the Barkers going to call their chicken coop? I know. I know. It’s not a life altering decision, but it is one that may (or may not) stick. Now that the Coop du Jour is finished, we would like to paint a name just above the door. The kids want to personalize it. Plus, I think it would be a nice touch.

Back to naming this beautiful building . . .

Do we wait and see how the chickens manage their coop? The Tidy Tudor. Or name it based on chicken personalities? Loco Pollos.

Or do we just go ahead and give it a name? And what kind of name do we give it? Serious, utilitarian, funny, satirical?

We spent some time talking about this the other night. The kiddos took over and decided to draw names out of a hat. They got Matt and I to do the same (sigh). We each put in two pieces of paper with our name choices written down. The lucky winner was Tristan. Yay! He chose one of his names”The Big House”. He said the coops sort of looks like a little prison. Matt wasn’t too keen on that name. I think it’s funny, but Matt is adamant that he did not build a prison. He built a home. End of discussion. Amen.

So, we all decided to do another drawing. But Tristan just couldn’t pick a name to write down. Well, that’s not completely true. He just didn’t have our stamp of approval on any of the names he chose. For instance, “The Big Red Microwave”, “Annie’s Diner”, and “The Big Square Building with Chickens in it.” Yeah, so those didn’t make it into the hat. Can you see why?

On the other hand, Gavin wanted “The Happy Rooster.” Sounds good to me. I think that may be a very fitting name in the future. He also chose “Cute & Cuddly.” Okay, see this is where we have problems. We have two extremes here: Cute, fuzzy peeps versus chicken torturing area 51. We also had to put the kibosh on “The Chicken Ranch,” because this isn’t Las Vegas after all. “Why not mom?” Try explaining that one to your little sweeties.

Matt’s choices were all in Spanish. Some of them didn’t even make it to the brainstorming paper. The boys vetoed those at once. Nothing in Spanish. Nothing in German. Nothing in Greek. English only. Sheesh! What bossy kids! I’m not sure I actually had any of my choices written down. I just kept yelling them out, like I was going to overwhelm the crowd with my wittiness. Not in my house.

In case you are curious, here are some of the names that didn’t win anyone over:

Poultry Palace

The Big House (as described above)

The Looney Bin (great name for a duck house)

Chick Magnet

Casa Roja

Casa de los Huevos

Chicken Shack

The B & B

The Breakfast Club

Hen Hotel

The Happy Rooster

The Happy Roost

Cute & Cuddly

The Big House

The Big Red Microwave

Chick, Chick, Chick

See what I mean? 

Ciao –

Chicky Momma



Baby Chicks

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,

Ginger