It’s official.  The final chick tally is five.  We have five baby chicks.

The Husband pulled out the leftover eggs.

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Seven unhatched eggs in all.

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We sealed the eggs in a ziplock bagggie and gently busted them open.  Our best guess is they were unfertilized.  The Husband checked with the farm we purchased the eggs from (Hi Shady Coop Farm!) and they probably have a few more hens than the rooster can “pay attention to”.  We spent five bucks on the dozen so all in all we ended up spending one dollar per baby chick.  Pretty sweet deal.

Well, one dollar plus whatever The Husband spent on baby chick feed and baby chick water dishes.

This has actually turned out well since our coop is built for a maximum of five more chickens.

Some may of course still be roosters but in the months before we know at least they won’t be overcrowded in there.

More baby chick pictures to come!

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Let’s try this again.  Out of five chicks, how many do you think we will hens and how many roosters?

Meet Skunky.

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Not to be confused with a skunk.

Skunky we like.

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Skunks we do not like.

Clearly Curly had her adopted babies.  Or at least some of them.  Sunday night we saw five baby chicks!  The Husband says some of the other eggs could still hatch.  And honestly, there could have been more babes hidden under Curly.  She wasn’t exactly overjoyed to introduce them to us.  So we wait.

Some of us more patiently than others.

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That’s right, The Husband is beyond excited for his new babies!

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But you don’t want to see pictures of him (sorry Honey.)

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Or his fabulous chicken boots.

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You want to see pictures of the chicks!  Or at least the one chick we managed to get decent photographs of before Curly told us off.

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So once again, let’s meet Skunky.

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Yes, I used that picture twice in the same post.  It’s just so dang cute.

But the rest are pretty dang cute too so I’m gonna throw ’em at ya all at once.

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There you have her ladies and gentleman farmers, our first baby chick, Skunky!

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Can you believe that fluffy thing came out of a tiny little egg?  Crazy.  Anyway, the question of the day is HOW MANY BABY CHICKS DO YOU WANT???  I want a billion.  


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– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Ummmmm is this not the absolute cutest thing you’ve ever seen????

I think this one is pretty self explanatory.  Don’t kiss mirrors in public restrooms.

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Don’t.  Just don’t.  Okay?  You don’t know where that mirror has been.

As a side note, Amstel light was my beer of choice in college.  That or Beck, although I preferred Beck Oktoberfest to straight up Beck.

– Joanna

Question of the Day: If you drink the occasional beer, what’s your beer of choice?   

This is going to be a short Throwback Thursday because I don’t have a ton of commentary on this picture.  Other than to say I was darn cute as a kid.

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The Husband would most likely insert “what happened?” here.  Good thing he’s not writing this post.

Anyway I’m the one in pink.  That’s my sister hidden behind me.  As for everybody else?  I have no idea.  All my mom’s friends back then were having kids at the same time so it’s probably a bunch of her friends’ kids in the wagon with me.  I do know for sure that wasn’t our wagon.  Or our dog.

That’s all I’ve got.  Have a lovely Thursday and don’t throw your back out!  Get it?  Throwback Thursday?  Okay, bad joke but I can’t believe no one has ever made it before.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Do you have old pictures where you don’t know who is in them?  Did anybody write on the back of your old pictures? 

22. April 2014 · 5 comments · Categories: Chickens · Tags:

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I love it when a funny blog post title comes together.

A-Team references are pretty stellar too.


Ha again!

Wait, no.  That’s a CSI: Crime Scene Investigation reference, not a bird reference.

There have been several posts about our chickens.  You’ve seen their coop being built, toured it when it was done, seen how we grow food for themmet a few and some of you have even named them.  I’m here today to officially present them to you.  A debutante ball, a chicken cotillion if you will.  Yes, I said cotillion not cacciatore.  We aren’t going to eat them.  At least not till they stop laying eggs then The Husband says we have to so they can fulfill their chicken destinies.  He says we can’t rob them of their birthright.  Formally, I am against the eating of pets because that’s what they’ve become.  So if you’re with me and you come over for dinner please count the chickens in the coop before digging in.

Each chicken had their headshot taken (and some their tailshot).

So without further au jus, let’s present the lovely ladies.

Wait, wait, wait.  Au jus.  That’s beef.

Whatever.  Here they are:


Buffy – Buffy is the BEST! The absolute BEST!  She’s my favorite chicken.  Why you ask?  She lays the biggest eggs.  I’ll do an egg comparison post one of these days so you can see what I mean but you can always pick out the Buffy eggs from the bunch.  My love of Buffy has gotten to the point that when I make myself breakfast (dunky eggs are the way to go) I only want Buffy eggs.  The Husband is not allowed to eat the Buffy eggs.  He’s not allowed to give the Buffy eggs to the neighbors.  He’s not allowed to scramble the Buffy eggs or use them for baking.  Buffy eggs are for me and me alone to cook sunny side up and dunk my toast in. Did I mention I love Buffy?  Yeah, well, I do.  Buffy is the BEST!

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CURLY – Curly is the second best.  Curly is the only chicken I named so I’m partial to her.  Plus she’s gonna be a mama soon so we have that whole kid thing in common.  The Husband talks all about Curly here and you can read why I named her that!  Also, she lays the prettiest eggs.  Curly eggs are my second choice for breakfast.

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MISTRESS BILLINGTON – My pal Ann of Cooking Dangerously won the right to name Mistress Billington so I’m partial to this chicken as well.  I think she is the prettiest chicken by far.  She’s pretty smart too considering both her and Buffy regularly manage to bust through The Husband’s electric fence he erected to keep them in the garden area when they feed.  Unfortunately The Husband thinks she’s been getting picked on by the other chickens lately and he’s pretty sure she’s been laying rogue eggs in the coop instead of in the nest box.  Poor chicken.  Kids can be mean, just let it roll off your chicken back Mistress Billington.  And if they peck at you, you peck back girl.  

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FAITH – Meh.  I’ve always been kinda meh about Faith.  She was named for one of the vampire slayers from the awesome TV show Buffy The Vampire Slayer and we all know Buffy kicked more vampire ass than Faith did.  So I’m kinda meh about Faith.

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GENERAL BURNSIDE – General Burnside is a boy.  I swear.  I know technically he’s a she but dang, she looks like a he.  The Husband included a picture of her namesake and doppelganger in this post so cluck, I mean click, on over there to see what I mean. General Burnside clearly has identity issues.

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CHICK WOOLERY –  Ahhhhh, Chick Woolery.  Chick Woolery comes to say Hi almost every time I check for eggs.  She sees me coming over, hears the egg door being opened and climbs the ladder to see what the haps is.  She’s a very curious chicken.  She was named in our chicken naming contest as well.  Doc won the privilege but I failed to post about it.  In my defense Doc wanted a video of his chicken before deciding on a name and by the time The Husband sent it to him my short blogger attention span had moved on to other things.  So a big thanks to Doc for picking such a great name!  Also thanks to Doc for fixing me up so I could walk in the last trimester of my pregnancy.  Doc is a good friend of The Husband and a local chiropractor.  When Mike mentioned to him I was having severe pregnancy induced pain radiating down my leg making it excruciating to even walk down the hallway, he claimed he could help.  And help he did!  I don’t know if I properly thanked him (perhaps a dozen Chick Woolery eggs would do the trick) but I could not have managed without his assistance.  I was on the fence about whether I would go back after Charwee was born as I’ve had no pain since the birth, but Doc also claims he can fix my knees hurting when I jog.  And I’d really like that so I’ll be headed back soon.

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CLUCK NORRIS –  It’s Cluck Norris people.  Cluck Norris is badass.  She has to be with a name like that!  Big thanks to the Father-in-Law for naming her.  By the way this is an older picture so she has a waddle now.

Those are our ladies.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Who is your favorite chicken??

The Husband and I have a long standing fight that I don’t think we will ever come to terms on.  Yes, we will most likely be fighting for the rest of our lives.  I mean it.  Forever and ever.

You see, he thinks that the best cake is found in his hometown.  I think the best cake is found in our current town.

One year for his birthday I ordered him a cake from the best cake place and instead of it saying Happy Birthday, I had it say “THIS is the best cake.”  Because if this cake could talk, that is most definitely what it would say.

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Shout out to my old boss Steve who turned me on to this bakery in the first place!

– Joanna

Question of the Day – Do you have a favorite bakery?  A place you ALWAYS buy from when not making homemade?

It’s Throwback Thursday!!!!  Or as I like to call it a super cold Monday in January.  You all remember I scheduled these ahead of time right?  Well, it’s super cold today.  As in negative degrees.  As in potentially record setting (at least for the last 20 years or so.)  I’m cool (ha!) with that though because The Husband’s work was closed for the day so we have an extended weekend.  We are house bound due to the cold (Sweetey Petey doesn’t need to be subjected to that thankyouverymuch) so there is probably a lot of playing and reading books on tap for today.  Maybe a movie if the toddler gets curmudgeonly.

So, anyway, here is a picture of my very first pets!  That’s Charlie Brown on the left.  That dog had a bark that could scare away any door-to-door salesperson lickety split.  I swear he sounded like a pit bull.  On the right was MY first pet, Frisky.  Charlie was around before my sister and I were born and he never took too much of a hankering to us.  He mostly tolerated us.

Frisky was a guinea pig.  I thought he was a he until we tagged along to one of Charlie Brown’s veterinary visits.  Frisky had a small growth on his belly and for something like $7 our vet agreed to take a look at him.  And promptly informed us he was a she.  I forget what happened with the growth exactly.  Riveting story, no?

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Here’s another fun one of me and my sister with Charlie Brown.

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He’s giving my sister a big ol’ sloppy kiss so maybe he liked us after all.  By the way the little hill in our front yard was great for sledding!

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  What was your first pet?  What was its name?

Apparently giving birth to my second child has made me sympathetic to mothers and potential mothers everywhere.  All kinds of mothers and potential mothers.  Even chicken ones.

Let’s set the scene.

First off you should be aware that most chickens in a small flock lay eggs in the same nesting box.  So while we have three nesting boxes, all seven of our chickens lay their eggs in the same box.  Typically they lay their eggs and then leave.  Every now and then (happened twice to us in the past year) a chicken becomes “broody” and gets it into her head that she wants to be a mommy and decides to sit on the eggs.  Since we don’t have a rooster, in our case they are unfertilized eggs.

No amount of patient sitting is going to hatch those puppies.  Er, chicks.  If they hatched they would obviously be chicks.  But how cute would little puppies be hatching out of eggs amiright?  

If you don’t convince the chicken she does not in fact want to be a mommy, she will continue to sit barely moving, only get up for a few minutes every day or two to eat and drink a little.  Eggs typically hatch in 21 days, but if a mama keeps sitting and sitting and sitting on dud eggs, she can lose feathers, lose a ton of weight, and really do some damage to herself.  She lays no more eggs during this time.  Or so all of this is what The Husband tells me.  (If you want to know more about this stuff, just ask and I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to tell you about it… the hatching process, how to break a broody hen if you don’t want her to be  a Mom, etc.)

Here’s Curly.  I found her like this one evening.  Sitting on unfertilized eggs.

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Following is the resulting text message conversation between me and The Husband that happened over the next few days. For the record, the “Curly Removal Tool” is a soft broom we gently used to shoo her out of the nest a few times, testing to see if she was serious about wanting to be a Mama.

Eggs 0

Eggs 1 R

Eggs 2 R

Eggs 3 R

Eggs 4 R

Eggs 5 R

Eggs 6 R

Eggs 7 R

Eggs 8 R

Eggs 9 R

Eggs 10 R


Wanna know what happened next?  This.

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And this.

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Oh and this.

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The Husband bought Curly a dozen fertilized eggs and built her a private nest box.  Curly is going to be a mommy everybody!!!  The Husband is currently crafting the maternity ward sign as I blog.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Shall we start the guesses as to how many will be girls and how many will be boys??  

Chevron has been the latest design trend that seems to have stuck around.  I’ve heard a few people complaining about it, but I see it often enough to assume it’s still a thing people do.

But chevron can’t be all that new because my mom did chevron before chevron was cool.

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This is an afghan she crocheted (knitted? I’m not up on my terminology) way before I was even born.  It’s currently hanging over a chair I have in our guest room.  I love it.  It doesn’t make me want to learn to crochet (knit?) though.  I know plenty of people that already do that so gifts already abound.  I’ll save my energy for tie art instead.

– Joanna

Question of the Day – Is your mom artistic?  Does she create?