I'd always liked chickens, when I was younger, so I went and bought ten pullets and a cockerel -- a miscellaneous selection of rare breeds. Those first few eggs that fall were just as fun to find, as an Easter egg hunt in the spring.
|Blueboy, the original rooster - I don't remember what breed. If you look you can see his little crooked foot, but it never held him back.|
We did this for a few years. It got so the flock was pretty much self replenishing. One year I had five setters, two that did it twice. I soon had a nice flock of Blue Andalusians, as well as trios of Silver Grey Dorkings, Dark Brown Leghorns, White Wyandottes, to name but a few.
|Some of the hatch from a school project.|
|A few weeks later.|
|Gold and Silver Lakenvelders.|
|My daughter's bantam trio - they were a teeny, tiny bunch|
|Mr Silver Grey Dorking - he was magnificent, but old when I bought him at an auction.|
And then we started to examine the dotted line. Feed costs jumped by thirty percent, overnight, and suddenly a break-even proposition was beginning to cost me. Sure we were producing a superior product, and we could hardly keep up with the demand. But in reality it was costing me to provide this wonderful product for our friends and neighbours.
|One of my repeat setters.|
Every once in a while I get the urge to have a few chooks around, but the truth is, that we can get fresh Omega 3 eggs from a producer a scant mile's walk away for $2.00/dozen. I just can't justify owning my own at this time. That, plus the fact that I do not have enough acreage at the new place to legally have any livestock (I would have thought 16 acres was enough for a few chickens, but council deems I must have fifty, before I can farm).
The Daily Quest
Who is the author of this gardening quote:
and sitting in the shade.
a) William Shakespeare
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.