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If you don't draw yours, I won't draw mine. A police officer, working in the small town that he lives in, focusing on family and shooting and coffee, and occasionally putting some people in jail.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

It's not crazy....

...that I keep poultry in my little back yard in town, is it?
Or that we named them?

Clockwise from the top: Pot Pie, Yolky, Lulu, and Bock-Bock.

Lulu is the head of the pecking order, and we thought that Bock-Bock would never fit in, because we got her last, and for the first week the others pecked at her. We had originally gotten four chicks as un-sexed birds. It's hard to tell gender until they're mostly full grown. We didn't want roosters, because we would be unpopular with the neighbors. We found that one of our original four was a rooster, and took him back to the feed store to trade him for a pullet, which we brought home in an empty yellow Shiner Bock case box. My wife and I quickly dubbed the poultry conveyance device the Bok-Bok Bock Box, for the sounds emitting form it on the way home. The name stuck, and we named her Bock-Bock. :)

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At Thursday, May 21, 2009 11:22:00 AM, Blogger The Raving Prophet said...

Ah, chickens. My in-laws had obtained four unsexed chicks from some kind of school fair a few years ago. Turned out they had three roosters and one hen. If you ever want entertainment, three roosters and one hen would be it. It was clear that the hen was pretty tired of being bothered, but the three roosters just kept trying to play their chicken pick up lines on her.

At Thursday, May 21, 2009 12:46:00 PM, Blogger J.R.Shirley said...

Dunno why that's adorable, Matt. But it is.

At Thursday, May 21, 2009 3:28:00 PM, Blogger Rabbit said...

I used to raise chickens in one of those Sears metal storage buildings when i was in FFA. I don't find that odd at all.

Neighbors a couple of houses down used to have all manner of poultry and bunnies. When we had lots of cats and a pet door, it wasn't unusual to find half a bunny in the middle of the living room floor in the morning after a long-range kitty patrol returned.

When we were house-shopping, one of the places we saw had a really big chicken running around in the back yard. The homeowner found it loose in the neighborhood and nobody would 'fess up to owning it, so he put it to work keeping bugs in check in his own back yard. This was in a nicer N. Dallas neighborhood.

Can't say that it's a bad idea, really. We've discussed it, but since the dogs do such a number on squirrels, chickens would likely be just as easy for them to catch.


At Thursday, May 21, 2009 6:17:00 PM, Blogger Matt G said...

Rabbit, that's why the chickens are in a rolling chicken coop, which confounds the cat and the other local critters, but lets our chickens scratch in the yard. We just move it about 6' every day, like a wheelbarrow.

I suppose that I should have mentioned that, in the crazy consideration conference. :)

At Thursday, May 21, 2009 6:19:00 PM, Blogger Matt G said...

(By the way, my wife threw that thing together with scrap wood and odds and ends from the garage.)

At Thursday, May 21, 2009 6:57:00 PM, Blogger J.R.Shirley said...

Wow. I've never seen such a thing, Matt. My compliments to the builder.


At Thursday, May 21, 2009 8:23:00 PM, Anonymous IceFire said...

It's not at ALL strange that you keep chickens...your own FRESH eggs, and you can control what they do and do not eat. As to naming them, well that depends...if you're keeping them as egg producers, names are fine--not quite sure about naming something I'm going to eat, UNLESS the name is a warning as to the ultimate fate ( Pot Pie somehow a prophetic name??)

At Friday, May 22, 2009 8:38:00 AM, Blogger Old NFO said...

Nothing wrong with fresh eggs in the morning... How many double and tripe yolks have you seen? I get fresh brown eggs through a friend and so far this year I've had three double and one tripe yolk!

At Friday, May 22, 2009 9:23:00 AM, Blogger Dan O. said...

I saw that first name of Pot Pie and was expecting others like Cacciatore, Parmesan and, my favorite, Barb E. Cue.

Just sayin'.

At Friday, May 22, 2009 10:21:00 AM, Blogger Tam said...

"...which we brought home in an empty yellow Shiner Bock case box."

And when you opened it up, you won a pullet surprise!

Thankyew, I'll be here all week.

At Friday, May 29, 2009 10:49:00 AM, Blogger Snigglefrits said...

Reading about Pot Pie gave me the overwhelming urge to watch Chicken Run last night.

Too funny!

Just wait until the tax assessor starts charging you for operating a chicken house. (Seriously, my mom & dad got charged for an orchard once and they only had 2 apple trees and an ornamental pear.)

At Friday, May 29, 2009 12:43:00 PM, Blogger Matt G said...

"I don't want to be a pie." [/British accent]


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