Category: Raising Chicks

  • Skunky in the Woods

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    What is this? The woods in the spring? That and much more. That and a perfect nursery for a mother hen to raise her chicks. Somewhere in that thick brush is Skunky, its siblings and its mother.

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    There’s Skunky, watching carefully, so it can snatch any good earthworm or grub its mother digs out of the forest floor. There are very few chicks who at 10 days old get to spend all day outdoors eating good things their mother finds for them. It sure beats living under a heat lamp eating chick starter with no mother around to care for you.

    Growing up this way, is one reason the eggs, the hens at a man and his hoe® lay, taste so good. Raising hens who lay wonderful eggs starts from when they are this small. As they sit on their nests, their minds are full of wonderful childhood memories. When they close their eyes, they can hear their mother’s call. That’s one reason their eggs are so good.

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  • A “Skunk” in the Chickenyard

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    It’s not the disaster it sounds like. The “skunk” in question is one of the new chicks. It’s striped like a skunk. I’m tempted to call it Skunky, however, as its feathers come in, the stripes will disappear. The colors and patterns on baby chicks often change dramatically as they grow up.

    The black stripe streaking out of its eye makes an impression. When it’s outside, this chick is easy to spot.

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  • A Lengthy Childhood

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    Miasa’s chicks will be two months old in a week. At seven weeks of age, they are the age many broiler chickens are headed to market, never having spent a single minute under the loving wings of their mother.

    Miasa’s chicks are too big to fit under their mother any more, but they still try, and if they can’t get under her, they’ll snuggle up next to her.

    Raising chicks through the cold, rainy months of November and December hasn’t been a picnic for Miasa, but she’s never stopped showering her chicks with love and care.

  • Camouflage

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    The winds are howling this morning. We woke up to a morning, warmer than most summer mornings. A quick check showed that it was as warm here at 8 a.m. as it was in Phoenix, a balmy 58ºF. It’s most unlike a December morning. But Miasa’s chicks aren’t concerned. They scurry about among the fallen leaves, perfectly camouflaged. When they sit still, you can’t even seen them, except when they poke their heads up to see where their mother is.

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  • A Real Feather Bed

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    I was worried about one mother and her chick yesterday evening when I didn’t find them roosting in their regular spot. I did a little searching and found she had moved back to the main roost with the other adult chickens. Her chick was right with her, buried underneath her. You can see the chick’s feathers buried underneath hers. That is a real feather bed. The chick will stay warm and cozy all night, even if it is freezing.