The Secret Chicken

stories of a secret chicken



Since the last post, Oddball has gone to his new home. He stayed for a few weeks with a friend in Elmira, then a woman whose flock lost their rooster took him home. Now he’s got a flock of his own, and a wider range. Bonus: He now lives on Walton’s mountain. I think they should call him Odd-boy.

The hens, in the meantime, are doing great. They seem to be more relaxed and wander around more. A few of them duck and crouch when I reach for them, I’m told it’s because I now have rooster status. As my kid says, I’m one “sexy rooster”. Yay…?

I spent a “Girl’s day” with a friend of mine, same friend who housed Oddball for me. During that day, we took my cat to the Neuter Scooter to get her fixed, picked up some bottle calves, and built the main frame of my new chicken house.  A few days later, my mom came down with some tools and we added siding and a door for the nesting box.  Yeah…looks rough, needs a coat of paint and a bit of sealing in the corners, but my chickens seem to be happy with it.  They still have the house to run around in, but a safe place to go at night, now that it’s getting colder – and wetter.


The hope is that there will a dry weekend so my kid can paint it.  Not sure how likely that is, but I suppose the world won’t end if it doesn’t get done until spring.

The girls are laying pretty regularly, I can count on 5 eggs a day.  It’s nice to be able to give out a dozen eggs to people who are helping us out.  Since the jobless rate in our household has hit an all-time high, it’s a good feeling to know I can give back, at least a little.

I’ll have a later post on the eggs themselves – some of them have been pretty odd.  Googling “double yolk eggs” gets some really crazy stories, if you’re into that kind of thing.

You can do this:


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