Well, sometimes the best laid plans can change.
After I finished posting yesterday, my friend with the farm called and asked when I was going to bring my chickens over! Her ears must have been ringing! She also asked about Chocolate and if I was ready to bring him too.
|Past Winter, reminding Chocolate who is boss by cradling him on his back.|
I went through the motions almost trying to numb the reality that today was going to be the day that Chocolate would be rehomed. Chocolate became very symbolic to me. He helped me advocate with the town to allow individuals to keep backyard roosters. He graces the cover on the Agricultural Commission brochure that I helped to create. He also served his flock well, protecting and warning his girls from danger. He is the father of our first brood.
I caught him and gave him the most love that I could. As tough as it was, I placed him in the box. I also decided that Meesha our little Silkie girl who has been broody for over 2 months was going to need a change of environment if she was going to survive. Sitting in the nesting box had made her very thin. As much as I could, I intervened but it was just not enough to break her broody spell. Next, I took all of the chicks from the brooder except for one of Dolly and Chocolate’s chicks and Dottie Speckles. I placed them in another box.
We drove over to the farm and the little Silkie Chicks went right into the run with my friend’s twenty or so baby silkies of mixed ages. Soon they blended in so well and seemed so happy that they were no longer decipherable. They were happy. Next Chocolate and Meesha were placed in their very own cage. I had done it. Chocolate could no longer try and harm my daughter. Meesha would be nursed back to health and the babies were now in a large chicken daycare waiting to find new homes.
Later that evening, Dottie Speckles and our little Silkie newly named Fifi joined the larger flock under the cover of the night. I placed them in the nesting box with Dolly.
Photo Credit: GLC