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Picking out the girls

It was a perfect summer day for a drive in the country.  We prepared for the task by picking up a couple of corrugate boxes lines with newspaper. Once the tops are closed, the chickens think it is night and go to sleep. And while they are sleeping, they can’t…you know. After all, the drive is about 40 minutes (if I only get lost once).

Dear friend Lynn allowed us to pick any hens we could catch (with lots of help from her), and much harder than you might think.

We decided on four for the perfect size hen family for us.  That would give us enough to eat and some extras for sharing.

2 comments

  • Emilia says:

    I grew up on a farm, so we always had chickens. The yolks are always better with your own animals. They’re brighter, and in some breeds they’re almost red in colour. With our chickens we generally fed them leftover food, like fruit peelings, watermelon rings, leftover muffins, etcetera. And they did fine.

    I hope Toronto does end up allowing chickens. I’ll be sure to get some so I’m no longer constantly running out of eggs!

    • Emilia says:

      Silly me, I reread my comment and it should read “watermelon rinds,” not “watermelon rings.”

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