We were hooked on fresh eggs and the thought of raising chickens quickly sounded like the right thing to do. We didn’t need much convincing and after moving back to New York from Virginia we had the country lifestyle to do so. Of course, I think we would have decided to have chickens even if we didn’t live in the country, but having a large backyard certainly helped. In a lot of ways, it sounded much more feasible than the other idea Matt had been tossing around for the past two years : hydroponic tilapia. Much more set up and work and above all I would rather have a pet chicken than a pet fish.
So after a cold hard winter we began planning to get our chicks in the spring, 4 chicks to be exact. Selecting breeds came down to what was available and in the end we landed a blue-laced red wyandotte, a white leghorn, a barred plymouth rock and a silver cuckoo maran (they lay chocolate colored eggs!) We ordered our chicks with a friend so that they could have a better trip through the US Postal Service and a better chance of surviving. Just over a week ago they all arrived safe and sound and we took them home nervous and excited, standing in wonder at the adventure we were about to embark on.
They have a few weeks inside before heading out to their permanent home which means our dogs are quite excited. I think they have a good chance of being friends (or getting along) although for the first few days they couldn’t help but freak out and want to be near the chicks every second of the day. The chicks are safe and sound in a separate room from the dogs and we’re busy keeping each of them happy and trying to contain the farm from overtaking the whole house.
Sometime in the fall the chickens will start laying eggs, which is what we are most looking forward to. Until then we’ll continue to watch them grow and see their personalities develop individually and as a group… and of course we have to name them.