I believe chicken keeping can be addicting.
This spring the flock turns four with the exception of Fifi. She is three. They are now considered old chickens. During their last molt, the girls stopped laying all together. It has now been about three months since the molting began and I can count on one hand how many eggs the flock has laid. This is the first year that we have experienced an almost complete egg drought.
The other day we needed to move some furniture from the house to the garage. I pinned open the storm door, then my husband and I heard it, a loud thump. A black capped chickadee had flown into the window. My husband scooped it up in his hands. It was laid out flat. It’s toes were curled and it’s neck was wobbly. My husband immediately feared it had broken its neck. I told him to quickly warm it in his hands as I fetched a dish towel. The poor thing’s toes were curling around my husband’s fingers. I took it and wrapped it snugly into the dish towel. It stared into my eyes and blinked. Still nestled in the towel, I propped it upright on the front step so that it could peer out into the world. It needed a moment to recover from the shock of the accident.
I’ve been wanting to show you all how to make a chicken wreath for a very long time now. It is always so much fun to create animals to deck the halls with wintry greenery. The possibilities are endless. From dogs, cats, sheep, cows, pigs and the like, it is easy with a little imagination to dream them into reality.
I started reading Jan’s books to my children even before they could listen to the words. We gazed for hours at her illustrations. My children learned animal names from her books. Sometimes, my son would even make me flip back to the previous page to look and linger some more. Her attention to detail is amazing and she is truly an incredibly talented illustrator and writer. I have spent time with Jan at various poultry shows and have enjoyed visiting her flock.
I’ve been wanting to write this post for quite a while now and have spent a good deal of time learning and researching this syndrome. I was first introduced to this syndrome by fellow chicken keeper, Amy of The Spice Girls last year. Amy shared that she enjoyed treating her flock to handfuls of black sunflower seeds each day. What seemed to be a completely harmless way to show love and treat her flock, in fact lead to one of her girl’s demise. My heart sank.