A Run-On Sentence

20150430_151749We’ve kept chickens for a while yet it’s never felt like we had pet chickens–ones we can tell apart from each other and can notice the unique personalities of.  Currently we have a flock of thirteen Black Australorps, lots of the same looking birds. We want different birds so we can name some of them. Tagging these chicks with colored leg bands would work.  One already stands out from the crowd, more golden than blonde.  We were told they were all males, but are hoping that some are female.  The person who gave us the chicks also gave us a half dozen or more fertile eggs of a couple different gorgeous varieties.  I’m kicking myself now for not taking pictures of his beautiful flock. As well as the eggs, he loaned us an incubator and they are on day three or so of incubation.  We also have a couple chickens who are broody and nesting, one of whom is sitting on duck eggs.  Johnny is in charge of all things chicken and egg related.

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We’re hopeful that one of these little guys is actually a gal.

First lovely chickens

each one looked like the last one

this time not so much.

I wrote this Haiku as a run-on sentence, three run-on sentences in all, for Ronovan’s challenge using ‘love and last’.  Jamie’s photo word of the week is ‘hope’.

baby chicks

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  2. When my kids were in kindergarten, they received eggs and watched them hatch inside the classroom. There was a chance to bring home the chicken or the ducks. I think my son brought home the chickens or we didn’t bring them at all and they were just in the classroom. Two years later, my daughter brought home 2 ducks (a couple others had died) Anyway, thank goodness it wasn’t on our watch. We had fun with them. Each weekend the classroom pet(s) would be given to a student to take home and care for over the weekend. Allowing a chance for each student to learn and have fun. Your post reminded me of that and it’s been a few years now.

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        • And the mum hens are good protectors but must have been caught off guard last year as I watched out my kitchen window as one cat played joyfully in the grass. I didn’t even realize what it was until later I couldn’t find the chick, but far too late by then 😦 All part of the big picture on a small farm I guess.

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  4. Murtagh's Meadow says:

    Cute chicks. Ours are about seven weeks old now and currently in a little enclosure in the poly. I love watching them – so entertaining! We’ve just put duck eggs into our borrowed incubator – they are seemingly harder to hatch this way that chicken eggs as it’s harder to get the humidity right but fingers crossed!

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    • We’ve not had good luck with ducklings at all. We don’t have broody type of ducks and the two that did hatch were killed by the daddy ducks. Very sad, but too late when we realized what was going on.
      Good luck with them all. Seven weeks is a good point if I remember correct, getting much bigger and stronger.

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  5. ebonierika says:

    I tried to do the get all one kind bit for the first time but I couldn’t resist my son asking me for black Australops. “I really liked my Australops last time. “They laid a good amount of eggs too mom.” “Mom, do you think we can get them next time?” And on and on and on. Fine! Let’s go to the feed store….

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    • They are good egg layers alright, the main reason we were drawn to their breed, and they get large enough if you were to use them for meat birds it is a worthwhile size. So pretty in the sunshine with the green and purple streaks on the black feathers.

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  6. Lovely poem … and chickens. I do so like baby chicks. When I was a young child, we had a little egg incubator and hatched a few chicks.

    The couple down the hill from us (edge of the village) raised feeder calves and had a small, commercial egg business. They got my chickens when they outgrew house living. From him I learned how to gather the eggs in the hen house and candle them before he took them off to market.

    I also (quite young) would drop from a low tree branch and ride on the cows in their pasture. A combination of growing up both rural and town. I do miss those days.

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