It brings a smile to my face and a sense of accomplishment, this last venture I’ve tried. It started all the way back in August when I was looking for some laying hens to put in the coop I finally finished building. I found it hard to find anyone that wanted give up a full-grown laying hen. They are precious, after all. So I went and did a first – I bought day-old chicks from the hatchery about 15 miles away and then rushed to get all I would need to raise them.
I wanted to raise six hens, so I bought eight figuring I would lose a couple. But I didn’t lose any – chicks and chickens are absolutely amazingly tough. That, or I did everything right. I read a ton of material to hopefully do it right.
The transformation from chick to hen was one of the most beautiful things I have ever watched. Again, amazing comes close to describing the process, but still falls short. Close to a miracle I would call it.
And now, I’m starting to get eggs. This has been one of the most satisfying things I have ever done, and can’t wait to raise some more. As a matter of fact, one of my daughters is taking two of them shortly, and I plan on giving away a couple this fall so I can raise more chicks. These hens are Black Sex-links. I want to raise a Barred Rock or Rhode Island Red this fall, or whatever chicks I can get my hands on. This is too cool.
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