Comments on: Keeping Chickens Taught Me How to Give a Cluck

By: Bobbie Jean

Bobbie Jean — Mon, 18 Dec 2023 17:34:20 +0000

Our 16 year old neighbor raises chickens. My favorite is the one that talks constantly. I believe she talks to herself. I toss fists of brown and brown and wild rice left over from a bag, oatmeal, and things like bell pepper seeds across the fence. Gertrude, the talker, rushes to the fence when she sees me or when she hears the back door opening—knowing I’ll have a treat.
Their eggs are beauties of different shades of tan and white and a pale blue-green. They are delicious but small/medium.
I want my own flock but am reminded of the toll they take on a back yard. Theirs is picked clean of any and everything green. They ate the tomatoes the mother grew; they decimate young sprouted seedlings . . . They escaped to out back yard and had a feast. I do believe ’tis wise to accept the gifts from the young chicken whisperer and buy an odd dozen for the holidays when there’s baking to be done. The chicken boy quoted me $6 for a dozen but refused to take the money. So I bake things like apple bread and cookies to share. He hinted that his favorite is banana bread. Then banana bread it will be for this holiday then. ’Tis the giving the season.

By: Anwar Ali

Anwar Ali — Mon, 17 Apr 2023 23:33:39 +0000

Learn about poultry feed formulation for healthy and profitable chicken farming.

By: Nicole

Nicole — Tue, 15 Mar 2022 17:32:43 +0000

Mira, what a wonderful essay, commitment and “devotional”! I love how you express your faith in these hens, in your home and garden, and your fun puns. My daughter’s 13 (one was a runaway from a neighbor who chose to stay with hers!) hens are in their second year, and she raised them from chick to chicken, from the guest bathtub to their henhouse, which her husband built to match their beautiful house! Lindsey’s “girls” all have their names and personalities and she has learned SO much from and about them. They didn’t lay until they were mature enough, and have become Very productive, and she even sells dozens to fellow teachers where she works, altho they did take a break for several months during molting. What messy funny-looking hens they were! Then all back to normal and their beautiful svelte selves again! They live in Nobleboro.

By: Harris Max

Harris Max — Tue, 15 Mar 2022 16:41:55 +0000

I appreciate your concern for your chickens and the uniqueness of the personalities of all animals. For those considering backyard chickens for eggs, please check out a blog post I wrote:
https://www.vegavengers.com/post/why-backyard-eggs-aren-t-all-they-re-cracked-up-to-be

By: Stephanie Solomos Conis

Stephanie Solomos Conis — Tue, 15 Mar 2022 00:14:47 +0000

I enjoyed your story and observation that they were great pets and not egg laying chickens! (Kind of funny to find that out) But, lovey that you realized those chickens were going to be just pets! And they had their own personalities! What a lovely story!

By: Dee

Dee — Mon, 14 Mar 2022 22:52:48 +0000

Your piece was one of the most beautiful words and enlightenment. I aspire to your ambitions and hope hope to come to the same conclusions. Just a wonderful read and spiritual warming. Thank you.

By: Anne Connor

Anne Connor — Mon, 14 Mar 2022 19:01:10 +0000

Nice story! I appreciate your attitude toward your hens.