The Secret Chicken

stories of a secret chicken

Stupid chickens? I think not!


I’m not sure if you realized this, but chickens are actually very intellectual.  This point was driven home to me this week as I sat on the lounge chair in the yard, trying to decide which book to read.

On the one hand, I hand Creepers.  It’s a nice schlocky horror novel, complete with boarded up buildings, bad foreshadowing and “intrepid” young’ns feeling the need to investigate.

On the other hand, there was Kon-Tiki.   A non-fiction adventure/sciency kind of book.  You got your crew of 6, your flying fish, your ancient legends being proven/disproven.  I’ve loved all of his other books, but it’s not fluff.

In any case, I lay out both books and asked the ladies, “Ladies, which book shall we read today?”  And the response was clear:

I took this into consideration, but then realized that the screaming children next door would actually add more to the atmosphere of the horror novel. Minki agreed.

In the end, I chose Creepers. I’m sure the ladies are thoroughly disgusted with me, but it didn’t stop them from stealing the cheese from my sandwich.

Time to say goodbye…


To Boris and Natasha.  They’re so damnably cute, I hate to give them up…but the crowing is likely to get me into trouble since I do live in town.  It’s hard to keep the chicken secret, when he himself is blabbing it all over town.

Yeah…and we did rename them.  Their original names just didn’t really suit them.  Boris and Natasha…that suits them perfectly.  So for the one day we have left with them, that is what they are.

Today, I sat out in the yard and read with the ladies (and gentleman) for a while. I did learn that eating toffee popcorn with chickens isn’t conducive to reading at all, but they got a treat and had a good time. I hope their new people give them treats.

Boys are Stupid


At least, they’re stupid when they were supposed to be girls.

Little Hermes has decided to be a rooster.  Not just physically male, but he’s already getting the mentality.  He’s started to try crowing in the morning, just a little “rr-rrrrrrr” but you know it’s just a matter of time before his voice changes.  And he’s challenging us – this little half-grown banty.  He’s pecking at our hands and feet if we get too close.

Sucky thing is, this means that the pair of them have got to go.  They’ve been at close quarters since they were days old, so I don’t want to separate them. That means losing the hen as well, but it just wouldn’t seem right.

So, if you know anyone in the Eugene/Springfield area who wants a pair of young chicks, lemme know.

They grow up so fast!


The new chicks finally have names – the larger (black sex-linked) has been named Inkblot, the bantam non-frizzled frizzle is Hermes, named for her winged feet.

I decided that they were getting too big for their small cage, even though they use it for sleeping. I set up the dog house I’d used for the older ladies when I first brought them home, and put the exercise yard around it. As soon as I took the cover off of the smaller cage, the ladies threw a hissy fit. Guess I won’t be integrating the flock any time soon.

Twinks, on the other hand, thinks that the new setup for the chicks is fantastic. She has a much better view now, and a more comfy spot to watch from.
Twinkletoes & Chicks

Chick Update


I was able to let the new chicks outside for a while today, even though the weather didn’t cooperate. I put them in a large dog exercise yard, then scattered corn and egg for them to share with the older ladies. They seemed to enjoy it, after they realized the ground wasn’t going to eat them or something.

When it was time to come in, they weren’t ready. They didn’t show any sign of distress at all…until the rain started. Then they seemed quite happy to go back under their heat lamp.

Chickens and Chicks

Twinkles & Chicks

Twinkles watching the new chicks.



Today marks the first 6-egg day of the season! That means that all 6 of my ladies gave up an egg today! Good job, Turka, Princess Buttercup, Houdini, Sprinkles, Henery and Not-Henery.

Picking up hot chicks


I went to the local Wilco the other day…shouldna. Chick Days are DANGER. I came home with not only cat food and foxglove seeds, but two more chicks.
new chicks

Cute, huh? I’m not even sure what kind the larger one is. He had “Pecked Hieny Syndrome”. It’s sadly common in the big stock tanks they keep the chicks in, and they are careful to keep an eye out for it so they can separate the wounded. I happened to be there on a day, at a time, when there was a little black chick with a red, bleeding butt. I pointed it out to the lovely lady working that area, and seeing as we know each other, struck up a deal. Something like, “You want it?”, “Sure!”. Of course, she knows that I can’t get just one, and she knows that I already get my feed and everything there…so her $2.50 loss will probably end up making her a bundle off of me. Starting with a frizzle bantam as a buddy, and a bag of baby chicken feed.

She had me spray the wounded area of the chick with Blu-Kote, and off I went. I think the roommate was a bit miffed, and I haven’t exactly told the landlord…but since I don’t even know if I can keep them yet, I’ll worry about that later. Since I don’t remember which bin I plucked the hurt one from, I don’t know if that batch was straight-run or what. If it’s a boy, I’ll end up finding new homes for them both. I’m pretty sure, judging by wing shape, that the banty is female, but not the larger one there. It was already getting “real” feathers in when I got it, so…no telling.

Until next time…

Happy Day!


Thursday, Turken started laying again. Today, I’ve got two green eggs along with the two brown. That means that the Aracaunas are laying as well, or at least one of them is. Buttercup is molting, finally, so no white eggs right now.

And it’s perfect timing, since I was intending to make breakfast for dinner tonight.

Secret chickens, crafty chickens.


I got a present in the mail today. A present nothing like the present I got from my cats the other day, except that both involved birds. Take a look:

This is great. It’s the perfect size for curling up on the couch, and better yet, it’s covered in secret (and not-so-secret) chickens!

This was made by my mother-in-law, she says it’s her first attempt at a lap quilt. Not bad at all, no. This might be the thing that keeps me from doing the rest of my chores today. Oh well, the chickens are fed and clean, the rest can wait until after my nap.

Underside view:

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Tis the Season


The slow-down season, that is.   The ladies are starting to take turns molting, and egg production has slowed somewhat.

The first year I had them, the molting came as a surprise to me – I’m not sure what I expected, but that wasn’t it.  This year, I’m a little more prepared.  And amused.

Houdini (Barred Rock) went first and has no tail feathers left.  Not-Henery is almost done – but she’s got that one last hanger-on:

The next step will be cleaning out the coop for the winter, getting the heat lamp set up and hunting down a way to keep their water from freezing. I’d read about using bird bath heaters for smaller waterers, I may try that. It’s much cheaper than the heaters made for actual stock tanks, and I really don’t need anything too powerful.

I also will be trying to weatherize the coop a bit more. The door that is now attached leaves an 8-inch gap at the top, which was fine during the summer but will leave them with a large draft once the weather starts turning. I really am considering doing the unthinkable the next time tax-returns roll around: buying an actual coop. Maybe not my dream coop, but something that is a little more right-angly and less drafty.

Although…I could just knit them all sweaters

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