What no one told me was that it was going to be so addictive. I opted for blacks sexlink chickens because I knew I didn't want any roosters and got the black stars that were available at my feed store that day. I had no clue that once I got home and started watching what my family affectionately calls chicken t.v. that I was going to want more.
First of all let me describe chicken t.v. to you. We call it this because we all would find ourselves rushing home from work each day only to head out to let our girls free for a few hours of chicken fun of scratching and pecking the grass and dirt. While we all sit watching every move they make.
I am pretty sure my brother in law thought we were crazy when he would pull up on the four wheeler to speak to my husband to find us all sitting on chairs watching the chickens. They are simply fascinating and can provide hours of enjoyment. It's really like therapy.
My daughter and I were determined that they would be trained and we would put corn in a jar and shake it and make a clicking noise to call them to us. I must say it worked like a charm because a year later anytime they see me carrying something in my hands they come stampeding on their little chicken feet looking almost heart stopping a little like what a raptor dinosaur must have looked like running for his meal.
For a few weeks we were total idiots over the chickens, and then we spent an hour chasing them trying to catch them to put them back up. It was difficult and I often felt like I was going to die of heart failure trying to catch them. My daughter proved to be a patient chicken wrangler and could get them better than I. We soon learned however that once it got to be dusk they would want to naturally roost, so it was easier to catch them, because they were either trying to roost on us, or on low lying branches. Once their official home was built I just let them put themselves away. They are so good about it.
The Creole Chick
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