Billy Jones, Chicken Poet?

Last night I picked-up 3 chickens and brought them home to occupy my newly constructed chicken tractor. When I got them home the 3 of them wouldn't get out of the cardboard box I transported them in so after some gentle prodding I ended up with 3 chickens sitting in my lap while I sat on the ground in my back yard. I think they like me already.

I finally managed to get them in the chicken tractor, gave them food and water and covered the entire tractor with a heavy canvas tarp to keep out the wind. This morning when I rolled back the tarp I found 3 happy chickens sitting atop their perch smiling up at me.

One of the three is an Auricana chicken, the breed that lays the blue-green eggs and the others will lay brown eggs. (Or was that the other way around?)

Today I'm off to shop for chicken feeders, chicken waterers and chicken feed to supplement the ample table scraps that we had been composting

My thanks to Gloria (not her real name) for helping me get started. All three girls seem to be quite happy in their new home and this morning when I opened the door to feed and water them all three demanded I rub them.

With chickens taking to me like that I'll soon corner Greensboro's chicken market.

Comments

[Roch101]

"all three demanded I rub them."

I think there are laws against that sort of thing.

[Billy The Blogging Poet]

ROTFLMAO!

[JO]

Sooooo what does a chicken look like when it smiles, and what time shall I stop by to get some fresh eggs?

[Billy The Blogging Poet]

Jo,
Start walking and I'll have then scrambled by the time you get here.