Becoming Chicken Owners

Becoming Chicken Owners

So yesterday, Hubby and I became chicken owners.  Call it our first step into insanity.

We picked up four beautiful Rhode Island Red hens and one Golden Wyandotte rooster, all of whom are seven weeks old.  We also grabbed a gorgeous Cinnamon Queen hen who is only two weeks old, so she may end up living in a dog crate in the house for a few weeks.  Call that our second step into insanity.

I've already named our new baby Cleopatra, so it is really going to hurt if she gows up mean and we have to fry her. As for the others, I can't tell the hens apart, so no sense in naming them yet and the roo is begging for a great name, but no inspiration has hit yet.

Since Cleopatra stayed in the house last night, I have learned that, much like her namesake, she is a demanding little diva.  She chirped and squawked all morning until I let her out of the dog carrier.  She just walked around, tagging along after Remi (our Shih Tzu) and pecking at Tank (our Shih Tzu/Poodle mix.)  She finally got so mad when I put her back up she started flapping her wings and trying to get out of the cage.  Out onto the front porch she went and the rest of the day has been blissfully quiet.  This only tells me that while we might enjoy our own eggs once they start coming in, I am not going to be raising chicks.  Hubby can handle that one all on his own!