Currently I have 13 chickens in my coop. I’m guessing about six of them no longer lay eggs due to age. Some folks would get rid of them at this point, send them off to auction in a crate or give them to a neighbor who uses them for chicken broth. (gah!). My girls are retired here on the farm and will live out their golden years in peace. There will never be a chicken in every pot on my watch!
Now, that coop is full. It’s a ten chicken coop and I have 13 living in there – they’re happy enough, but space is very limited. The Mr. has been itching to do something, as if Stellas resurrection weren’t enough, right? But that’s OK, because my chicken coop is getting an overhaul to accomodate more chicks. He feels the farm needs to function more like a farm, therefore more young chickens need to replace the older girls in the workforce around here. He did mention a fella who wanted my aging hens for his chicken broth – but then he tucked that crazy back in and all I had to do was lift a brow.
Anyway… the boys will be here this weekend ripping out some of the coop to expand it enough to house my new crew.
So you know when I heard that plan today, what I immediately went out and accomplished after barn and coop cleanup chores and before 11 a.m, right? Because lets not leave any room for someone to change their mind on this thing.
Meet Rosa, Elizabeth, Emmeline, Mary, Nora and Coco. If one of you guesses the origin of all of those names correct, I’ve got a prize for you. And if no one guesses the origin of those names, but gave it a good try and got SOME, you’re the winner – of not a chicken dinner.
