Someday when Freeloader Farms is a multi-hundred dollar corporation, we'll send out a fancy newsletter with full-color photos for all of our screaming fans to read up on the latest updates around the farm. But for now, I'll just post them here for the 3 people that read this blog to enjoy.
Flock Increases by Seven
My "chicken ticket" birthday chickens arrived about 5.5 weeks ago. They were special ordered from Meyer Hatchery (who is big enough to not only have an email newsletter but also has a very informative catalog with beautiful photos available for viewing online or by mail order). Even though they were all supposed to be my chicks, I only ended up with two of them as the others were claimed by the kids. These chicks weren't handled quite as much as last year's chicks, mainly because the boys had more concern about ending up with manure in their hair from carrying them around on their heads (not necessarily a bad thing to be concerned about). But the chicks are still very loved and still living in our kitchen.
The chicks added to our poultry roster were named:
-Eggy (GD's chick, named after a chicken in a random foreign kids' movie we found at the library that GD loves. I don't understand the movie, I've only seen about 15 minutes of it, but there's a line that references the old musical "The King and I," so it must be ok right?)
-Green Layer Like Gecko Is Green, known as simply "Green Layer" by friends and family (GE's chick, he wanted a chick that laid green eggs because chickens don't lay orange eggs and Gecko, his favorite PJ Masks character, is green.)
-Princess (KM's chick, named by her brothers because KM is the princess of the family)
-Watermelon (my Buff Orpington chick, this was one of my specific requests because Buff Orpingtons are so docile, named after our original Buff Orpington who never got to fulfill her lifelong dream to be a mother)
-Sunshine (another one of my chicks, G won't let me name our children hippy names so I might as well give the names to our livestock. For the record though, I think G was very wise to not allow me to name KM Galilee Sunshine as I had wanted).
-Miss Fritter ("The school bus of death is after me!")
-Cupcake the Fluffy Cloud (GD wanted to name her "I Am A Fluffy Cloud" and GE wanted to name her Cupcake).
Missing Chicken
Missing: one adult hen, answers to the name of Daisy
Description: breed unknown, white with black at her neck and feathers on her feet
Last seen: wandering the farm about two months ago, did not come home in the evening after a day of free-ranging
Other pertinent information: will be looking lost, lonely and confused; may have gone to the nearest chicken therapist for help working through some unresolved trauma related to last winter's chicken massacres
Obituary
I am sorry to report the Obadiah Jonahmicahnahum Habakkuk is no longer with us. He was an odd little fellow and his fear of grass and hens was simply not compatible with life as a chicken. There are many stories I could tell of his inability to cope with life, but we are all very sad about his passing and so I will save those for another time (or my first children's book). He was buried in a private ceremony in which he was, as GE says, "planted in the garden, but he's not there anymore, he went away" (not sure if that is his understanding of chicken souls of just his misunderstanding of death). Obadiah is survived by his sisters Josephine and Henrietta.
Turkey Narrowly Escapes Death
Just a few days before Tom and Frieda were scheduled for butchering, Frieda started laying eggs. It is highly unlikely that the eggs were fertile. Broad-breasted bronzes don't breed well due to their broad breasts (say that 5 times fast). But on the outside chance we could have baby turkeys, we built an incubator out of a foam cooler, struggled to keep the temperature and humidity the same conditions as a turkey's bottom, and ultimately hatched a couple of rotten eggs that made the house smell like low tide. The eggs were unfertilized. Frieda stopped laying eggs. The turkeys are back on the waiting list for our freezers.
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