I am constantly tempted by the adorable baby chicks for sale in feed stores at this time of year. It’s that time again — time when I walk into the feed stores in town and see heated holding pens filled with oodles of adorable baby chicks. There they are: little yellow balls of fluff. And […]
Last week, I told you some of the weird things Uzzi and I learned about eggs. We also learned some things that aren’t so crazy.
This morning, there was a huge commotion over by the chicken coop. Uzzi and I wondered what was going on? Just then, Carl the cockerel strutted by with one of his hens. We asked him, and he said, “Camilla laid an egg.” Uzzi and I looked at each other. The way she was carrying on, you’d think she laid a basketball.
I remember the first time I saw her. She was a little gray ball of fuzz, no bigger than a mouse.
Photo by Audrey Pavia My hens like to lay their eggs where I can’t reach them. Sometimes I feel like there is a conspiracy going on in my barnyard. At the risk of sounding paranoid, I occasionally sense that my critters get together behind my back and try to figure out ways to make my […]
Our chicks arrived on Friday, and now there are 10 red-and-yellow peeps in the living room. (Their brooder makes a good light for when me ‘n’ Uzzi creep in at night to use the computer.)
Courtesy Audrey Pavia Maddie the Cochin hen will soon be spending all her time indoors. When you keep livestock in the city, word gets around the office. I’m known throughout my department as someone who keeps chickens, and I’m occasionally posed with a question or two about chickens and their daily lives. But the other […]
Photo by Audrey Pavia My happy chickens that give me healthy eggs for omelets. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but the first time I was faced with eating eggs from my own backyard chickens, I felt squeamish. Like most city people, I was used to my eggs coming from a carton bought at a grocery […]
Courtesy Audrey Pavia Mr. Mabel the rooster escorts one of his hens around the urban farm. Whoever said chivalry is dead never spent any time around roosters. Sometimes I just can’t get over how gracious and doting roosters are with their hens. At my urban farm, Mr. Mabel is the top roo (beating out his […]
