I now have 8 hens in the backyard.
City code calls for 3. Per acre. Shhhhh. If you don't tell, I won't.
Fuck the code. We got some jerkweed down the street with a lowered Honda that makes such a racket every time he drives by that it drowns out the TV. And he apparently has no job or prospects for his future, because his raggedy ass is driving around that neighborhood ALL DAY.
And I haven't even started about the pot house that was burned down on the next street over.
Like, an actual house that was filled with pot in a grow operation that then, and hysterically, burned down. Words can't explain how awesome THAT was.
So what's an extra 5 hens?
|Apparently there's something interesting to the right.|
My friends C raised up two silver laced wyandottes that I then bought from her and I took back the 2 meat birds that were left.
I'm contemplating killing them. As yet, the jury is still out. I definitely won't be killing the runt b/c I like her. And now, since I like her, I can't kill her. She has acquired a personality, dammit, and I can't kill that with which I match wits.
|The runt is in the back.|
I was working a program of complete isolation for 1 week, partial integration for 1 week (tractor in the greater chicken run) and then integration, but the VERY FIRST day I put the tractor in the run, they got out, so we accelerated the integration just a touch. Now they are all together.
I have witnessed minimal harassment. Our lusty busty giant meat hen (in the foreground) is actually kind of a weeny, so that makes for fun viewing.
The other birds are less than impressed.
Egg squats abound, so I'm hoping to start seeing eggs any day. The Red Ranger chickens are supposed to lay about 5 eggs a week, and I want to see what kind of production I get and how that relates to the amount of feed they require. They are a bit, shall we say, hungry.