Sarah aka Barn Mucker, throws in with her brother and splits on an order of chickens to go... go to the barn that is... Suddenly we are chicken farmers. Heather rushes off and by rushes off I mean before the chickens arrive she orders a cute hen house.
We wait patiently every day for eggs. I think the other two are named Rosie and Turtle ... I don't know why. The names don't matter as they are almost indistinguishable.
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| Sarah and her brother's chickens together for three days. When 6 leave suddenly, the other four just stand still, stunned and frightened for a few hours |
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| Case the farm dog, looking at the chickens. We thought he was going to be good with them but he's not. Too up close and personal I'd say with a chicken held lightly in his teeth ... Heather checked chicken, it was absolutely fine. But again, chickens frozen to the spot. Can't think its going to be good if a large predator comes calling. Case jumps up on the round bale just outside the chicken stall, (yes the chickens live in a horse stall!) and stares them down. They are oblivious. |
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| Sarah, aka Barn Mucker, aka Chicken Whisperer, aka Proud Owner of Deuce |
Sarah left for work, I mean really left, Kelowna BC, 4000 miles away and Heather is told how golf balls will fool your chickens into laying. So into the nesting box go two golf balls. Still no eggs. Sarah comes home and I happen to be in the barn when she comes in to see her chickens ...I hear her gasp ... snicker, snicker to myself, she thinks she has found eggs. "Oh wtf GOLF BALLS!" Hahaha good laugh of the day!
We wait patiently every day for eggs. I think the other two are named Rosie and Turtle ... I don't know why. The names don't matter as they are almost indistinguishable. 
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