Four chickens, to be exact. As you may recall, our coop was smaller than expected, so Husband constructed a “chicken run” to give our birds a little more free range.

My youngest daughter has become one with the chickens. She spends time playing in their yard daily.
Backing up a bit, we planned to buy our chickens from the same store we bought the other supplies. Only those chickens were $20 each. I was like, uh, no. That price is fowl. (Thank you. I’ll show myself out.)
A quick craigslist search found me chickens nearby for $7 each. I called up the owner to confirm the price and that they were old enough to tell the hens from the roosters. I hung up with a triumphant smile.
Hubs was less confident.
“The store gives a 90% hen guarantee. Plus, they let you trade in if you accidentally get a rooster. How do we know this guy’s honest?”
“Hmm. I just wouldn’t think that people who keep chickens would be shysters.”
Who can argue with that logic, right?
So Hubs relented. We drove to the Chicken Man’s house and were greeted by a beautiful flower-filled yard. The kind owner spent ten minutes giving us a tour. He explained what the flowers were and gave us two hand fulls of seeds from my favorite of the flowers, hollyhock, with instructions on how to plant them.

These suckers were taller than his roof and oh-so-gorgeous.
We made it to his giant coop area, greeted the ducks, admired all the chickens, picked out the four we’d like, and then, because the kids were with us, he removed a wood panel and showed us where the ducklings were hiding–about two dozen cheeping balls of fluff.

Oh my goodness. Cuteness overload.
He let each of the girls hold one, including me because I held my hand out too. 🙂
He walked us to our van with a fond farewell and told us to email anytime with questions.
As we drove off, Hubs said, “You were right. Chicken people are good people.”
I texted my mom the news that the chickens had arrived.
“Are you sure they’re all hens?” she asked.
“Not 100%, but pretty sure.”
“When they start borrowing your mascara and nylons, you’ll know.”
#wisdomfromourelders
Are any of you chicken owners, or would like to be? What’s your favorite flower?
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Ha!
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Good luck with the chicks and their development.
My favorite flower ….hmmmm….. I would have to say the one that blooms. (I’m hopeless at flower names.)
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Haha! Any flower that blooms is a favorite of mine, too, especially since we’re so miserable at growing things here. I hope the seeds he gave us don’t go to waste.
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I repeat your haha! I gave up on a flower ‘garden’ and the last few years am using large pots on the deck, and some hostas. I have done more each year and am flabbergasted at once I admitted I couldn’t do it, they grew. 🙂
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I wish that tactic would work for me. I said I couldn’t do it years ago, but the plants apparently didn’t hear me. Not even the corn, and they have ears! 😉
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Budda-bum…. (drum at the end of the joke).
Well I stuck with trying to fail and they grew. What do I know? 😉
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I must be trying too hard.
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Hahahahahaha! Maybe…..
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We wouldn’t have enough room for some chickens although it would be pretty cool to have some. I remember this time last year, someone had a Rooster nearby to us. It crowed all of the time! It was only the other day, we realised the rooster hadn’t crowed for an extremely long time! :O. Pictures are beautiful 🙂
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Ha! Sorry about the rooster. I guess it must’ve finally gotten eaten! 🙂
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Now that you have chickens, you’re now “chicken people.”
But I already knew you were good people.
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Hey, thank you! Despite not uprooting and moving across the country so I could invite you to my kids’ school? That’s big of you.
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If you got goats, I’d visit at my own expense!
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Really? I asked my husband about goats, arguing we’d never have to mow the lawn again! But then he pointed out how it would eat all our roses and other plants. Dang. But for real? You and the goats, huh?
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I am a goat whisperer, yes.
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Ha! I guess I could have you train it not to eat our plants.
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I wonder if we could get a capybara. 🙂
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I’d be on a plane today if you had a capybara.
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Oh man. I gotta look into those now! 😉
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No chickies for us. My allergic husband would probably sneeze them across the room. But what a fun experience for you and your kids!
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Seeing your chicken sneeze a chicken across the room would be hilarious. Talk about a viral sensation! And yes, it’s great for the kids. They haven’t tired of them yet anyway. When the eggs start coming that will be fun.
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Um…a sneezing chicken…sneezing another chicken? I would pay to see that.
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Me too.
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My husband, reading my comments, pointed out the flub in my response to you. I essentially just called your husband a chicken. Ha! I guess I’m unintentionally daring him to try it. 😉
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Cuteness overload is right! Awwww. My hubby and I have gone back and forth about chickens, and so far have decided against it. Our neighbors are always pushing eggs on us, and they do live for a long time, unless… you know. Ours would become pets and we can’t do that to our pets! So no chickens here. But what fun for your family. And the eggs can’t be beat!
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Well, yes, you can beat the eggs. But the taste can’t be beat! Ha.
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Ha! Good one!
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Hey, if your neighbors are giving you eggs, you get the rewards without the work. That’s a nice set-up.
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No kidding. Everyone around here has chickens. 🙂
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Well, there you go. Totally off the hook. Your geographical demographic has the chicken roster filled.
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No way because chickens terrify me, but I remember when I used to run…sigh. We are in a very “produce our own eggs” area…roosters too…apparently. Anyway, I used to love it when the weather would start to get colder, and I’d run on a road with cottage homes off a lake. Not paved…not really. The air had that cool crisp smell/feel as I’d inhale. There was this one house with the type of garden in the front with a collection of haphazard, overextended plants and flowers that my husband hates, but I secretly love for their chaos…okay, maybe not that secret. The house always had bacon frying, and I could smell it. And, then other homes wood burning…something. Anyway, it would be the morning and I’d pass goats…because, of course. They were penned, and periodically reported in our local paper for attacking unsuspecting children or butting porch railings. I ranked those police reports with the escaped llamas and random other Mrs. Kravitz people reporting random things their neighbors weren’t doing wrong. Sorry, chickens…so many houses with them, but it’s morning, so you could hear roosters greeting the day, and I’d think. Why would anyone do that to themselves?
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Hahaha. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Ha. Yep. Which is why we’re being sure to only have hens. So far they’re nice to us, thankfully. We’ll be sad if any critters get them. 😦
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Funny line from mom.
So, you raise chickens? What do you do with them?
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Thank you for being the first person to mention my mom’s funny line! Well, this is our first go round with chickens, and there are only four of them. When they’re a little older we’ll get eggs from them–more than we’ll need, so hopefully we can sell organic eggs, too.
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Fortunately no chickens for us because we are in a condo. 😉
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Fortunately?! Chickens are fun for the kids. I guess that’s not a concern for you, however. BTW, went on a beach walk today. Though for me it was more of a haul–baby, diaper bag, chairs, sun screen, cooler, towels, etc. Ugh.
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No doubt fun for the kids. The picture delivers a strong statement. 🙂 … Cheers for your recent trip to the beach!
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Yes, fun for them. And I got to visit with a few friends.
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No chickens for me. Friends had chickens for a few years, and those cute little balls of chickie fluff turned into a mean bunch of hens. Your mom is funny. I see where you get your sense of humor from.
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So sorry the hens turned mean. Our hens are “teenagers.” Surprisingly they’re okay!
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How exciting!
My mom grew beautiful hollyhocks that were huge. My dad specialized in angel trumpets. Every year he would cut them down to the ground, and the next year they grew taller than their house! People came from miles around to see their yard, they had so many beautiful flowers.
I’m lucky if I can get a weed to grow! My husband blames me for the ones in the yard, but since that’s his domain, I maintain they are his weeds, too!
Your daughter looks like she loves the chickens!
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She does love the chickens. She’s so great with them. They’re so comfortable with her hanging around. Weeds are the only things I can grow. This chicken man had yellow trumpet flowers too. So exotic! Sounds like your childhood yard was a fairy garden. 🙂
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That’s so sweet!
The flowers were actually after I left home. We never stayed in one place long enough to grow anything until I was about 16 (we moved over 60-not a typo-times before I was 14!).
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Holy cow! Military? That had to be rough.
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No, I think my parents had gypsy blood, LOL!
It was tough. Fortunately, I only had to go to 3 high schools and spent 3 years at the one I graduated from.
I never really was able to make friends, but I can move at the drop of a hat, LOL!!
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Well, pros and cons, I guess. Was it always far away? Each of these moves? Or more like two towns over? I suppose it probably was all sorts, huh?
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It was all sorts. Some from California to Georgia, some from Georgia to Texas, then back to California, then Georgia…and spots between. I’ve lived in 12 states and multiple cities (I guess that’s kind of obvioous, huh?)
It has made me able to adapt to changes much more easily than most people. There are both good and bad aspects, but I guess that’s true for everything.
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Amazing! I’m glad it did you some good. 🙂
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I would have balked at $20 each. Good grief they’re chicks! The yard reminds me of the spreading, dog-filled year where we got our Labrador. With the special place where the new puppies were kept. That was fun.
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Thank you! Glad I’m not the only one.
Awh, puppies. Such a shame all things seem to lose their cuteness as they get older.
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You haven’t. 🙂
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You didn’t see me as a baby.
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You were even CUTER? wow. 😉
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What fun! so adorable!
and your Mom is such a scream!
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She is a riot. Thank you. 🙂
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Have you seen that movie? (Chicken Run, that is.)
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Yes, years ago. I don’t remember it, except that it sort of spoofed The Great Escape, which is one of my favorite movies ever.
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LOL! I’m sooo far behind–sorry. Chickens! But, but, you missed the fluffy chick stage 😦 But wow, the hollyhocks! And hope your family likes eggs, because you’ll probably get a couple dozen every week (yes, because hens typically lay one egg per day, and 4 hens will give you a dozen eggs every three days 😮 ) And you’ve got a coop cleaner in training already 😀
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I know we bipassed the fluffy chicks, but we didn’t want to deal with a heat lamp and special food. If the chicks were born here, their mom would take care of that, but no such luck. We have agreed here that if one of the hens turned out to be a rooster, we wouldn’t mind getting chicks. But then we’d probably need a much much bigger coop! We’d end up selling most of the chicks, I suppose, which is what we’ll do with the extra eggs. Or at least try to.
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I love roses — and hostas!
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Your the second person to mention hostas. Roses are beautiful. The smell can’t be beat.
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We have over 250 hostas in our back yard
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Wow! Well, you are the one with the spectacular garden, so that doesn’t surprise me. Speaking of, more pictures??
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More to come
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🙂 🙂
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Barbara, That is the mostas hostas I have ever heard one person having! 🙂
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You should see our back yard – we have no grass only hostas a few roses and other flowers but mostly hostas
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That cuts down on all lawn mowing. Brilliant! Do you have some sort of path so you can walk among them, though?
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Yes. We have paths that are covered with mulch. We also have an area for some chairs so we can sit among the flowers and enjoy. I’ll have to post more pics soon in another post.
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Do you charge admission? 😉
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Chickens? Chickens. I’d get some chickens, but as a world traveler, I find chickens are hard to pack in a suitcase. And those dudes at boarder crossings have a serious attitude problem.
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Pish. True dat.
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Could never be a chicken owner. Love all flowers,butespecially tulips.
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Tulips are quite nice. I agree.
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Definitely cuteness overload!
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For real, right? And it wasn’t about my Baby Joe this time! 😉
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Hahaha good one!
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They’re so cute! I have wanted a chicken coop for years now. Maybe when we buy our house in Rapid City next year we’ll be able to finally make that dream come true.
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It took years for the chicken dream to be realized here. I have hope for you!
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really enjoyed reading! Your youngest daughter looks about the same age as my eldest and she too has fallen in love with our chickens! Its so satisfying to watch her 🙂
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That’s so sweet. My youngest daughter is 8. Lucky for you that you have eggs already! That’s so exciting. We have about four more months.
But, just when the newness has officially worn off, collecting eggs will be a fun thing to do. (I’m hoping!)
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My eldest is 9 … you’ll love it when the eggs come. Its like going down on Christmas morning to see if you have a present!! LOL
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Nice. Or… it’s like Easter! 🙂
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Probably a better analogy 😂
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Really, they both work. 🙂
So, if this is useful for you too: I keep a can on the counter that I put our old food scraps into and then I give them to the chickens. I hate wasting food, so it’s sort of a win-win. In case you’re interested too. I also love that they’ll eat our weeds!
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great idea … I have so far found they love the leaves from cauliflowers but not the stalks, and the tops of strawberries … turned their beaks up at celery!
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Our birds have eaten loads of strawberry tops, too. No celery, huh? Interesting. They also pecked watermelon rinds to paper thin.
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We’re not chicken owners, but I would consider it ESPECIALLY if they can help protect the garden from the scourge of deer that have successfully destroyed my ENTIRE tomato crop this year.
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Ugh. So sorry about your tomatoes. Though I wish I lived in a more woodland setting, I guess I’m thankful we don’t have deer to eat our garden. Gophers, skunks, lizards, and raccoons, but they don’t seem interested in the tomatoes. Gophers ate all our lettuce and spinach, however. Darn things! Would chickens actually ward off deer?
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oh i’m soooo jealous! i would be right there holding my hand out, too! congratulations! your sense of humor must come from your mom, lol. she’s funnee!
tell us your chicken tales often, fluffy cuteness is never old!
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Noted! Will do my best. 🙂
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How exciting…enjoy your latest addition to your nest, may you enjoy their company and eggs for many years!
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They’re so fun. Four more month until eggs.
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