Recently, I have had a few people -here and there – tell me, “I want to hear more about your chickens!” It has been a while since I posted anything about them.
I think the last time I mentioned them in a post, they were in a sort of adolescent phase; they had not bulked up, yet, and they were not fully grown; a friend in Oregon said, “they look like teenagers!”
The teenage chickens have grown up, and two of them began laying eggs in late September. By mid-October, however, they had stopped laying due to the decreasing amount of daylight.
But, it’s not like we need them to be producing prodigious quantities of eggs for us. For starters, if they were merely creatures of production for us, we would have likely not built the coop we built. There is my penchant for aesthetically pleasing structures. But, we would have built something less expensive and not something with a swank green-roof over the run area; we certainly would not have sided the building with cedar shakes; I probably would not have designed and built a curved-top solid cedar door either. Needless to say and by no stretch of one’s imagination, the birds are spoiled.
The chickens could care less about their posh surroundings; as long as they have water, food and shelter from winds, they seem happy. During the cold snap at the start of the new year (I was conveniently in the tropics – 10.03 degrees latitude, no less), Melissa heated up oatmeal and mix in a few left overs for them to eat. It is also probably beneficial that we picked birds that would be good in our area; heavier bodied birds with good feathering. No naked-neck birds in our flock and no overly fancy combs, either. We just have araucanas, brahmas, a speckled sussex and a Rhode Island red; there might be a silver laced Wyndotte, too. The brahmas are probably the best suited for cold weather. They are a larger bird – about seven to nine pounds – with feathers down their legs and even over their feet. The nieces call them “fluffy feets”.