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The Final Chickendiary

In Backyard chickens, changing urban chicken laws, chicken coop, Chicken husbandry, eggs, New Urbanist, urban chickens on February 1, 2012 at 7:32 pm

Feb. 1st, 2012

First, an update on the girls.  I stopped by yesterday after volunteering at the Humane Shelter.  The farm was quiet and there was no one around but three restless chickens.  They’re not finished with the fence, so the girls were still enclosed in their coop.  I had grapes with me, so I fed them in turn through a crack in the door.  I’d like to pretend they knew me and were happy to see me, but it was probably just the grapes. 🙂  I refilled their water  and snatched a Daisy egg from the nest box.  (I’m getting to be such an outlaw!)  I will see them again on Thursday when the Montessori students meet Rosie, Violet & Daisy for the first time.  I will lead the students to meet the girls wearing my beautiful chicken suit.

I hope the parents aren’t afraid for their children to be escorted by “Miss Debbie Chicken”.  I am an actual teacher, licensed by the state of Alabama, so I’ve had a thorough background check.

This is my 133rd post.  I began the chickendiary on April 27th, 2011, nine months and four days ago. It has been one of the great joys of my life.  Thank you for reading and responding to the ravings of a slightly obsessed madwoman.  Kindly leave your comments at the end of this final post so they will be enshrined in the chickendiary in perpetuity.  🙂 I’d like to close with acknowledgements and expressions of gratitude.

To our neighbor who waged an eight month campaign to evict our pets–The victory is yours my friend.  I hope it was sweet.  My Aunt Carol said it best and I quote, “It ‘s a shame the board makes you give up your chickens but allows a turkey to stay!”

And to all our supportive, fun-loving, forward-thinking friends who brought their families to our back yard to gather eggs, feed grapes and pose for fotos with fowl–Thank you for sharing this adventure with us.  It was a wild ride and we don’t regret a thing.

Mike, the Chicken Whisperer

Meggie & Daisy

Layla & Riley

Hannah (our kid) & Daisy

Andrés Duany & Violet

And to Dr. Glasscock, who saved Daisy’s life after the feral cat trauma–Thank you for your skill and kindness.  She was worth it, wasn’t she!

And to Robert, from the FEED LOT (shameless plug) who helped us pick out three little balls of fluff from a galvanized tub in your store–You are a fabulous pet-picker!

Daisy

Violet

Rosie

And to Dennis and Tama, our excellent “chicken sitters”–Thanks for your time and effort and letting us take an occasional vacation.

To Terri, our sweet backyard neighbor who lived in harmony with our girls for nine months (even though she is not a “chicken person”) 🙂

Miss Terri & Ce Ce

And to Jim, who spent countless hours and labor building chicken structures and countless dollars paying for vet bills and pricey organic chicken feed– I thank you from the very bottom of my heart.  Not many husbands would indulge their crazy wives in such a way.  I hate to embarrass you, but here goes…I love you.

The Coop Debut, May 30th, 2011

Chickendaddy

And to Daisy, Rosie & Violet–Thank you for being the sweetest, prettiest, silliest, smartest chicks a girl could ever know.  I’ll miss you very much.  Please be good at your new home and never forget your chickmommy.

Signing off–Deb

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Honey Doos…Done

In Backyard chickens, chicken coop, Chicken husbandry, urban chickens on January 18, 2012 at 12:01 am

Jan 18th

I’ve been pestering Jim to do two chicken-related projects for a few months.  My pal Lynnessa whom you met in Chickmommy’s 30th Class Reunion, Oct. 2nd, gave me a gift when I was in Mississippi for my reunion.  It’s a Red Man advertising sign.  Since 1904 Red Man has advertised on barns all across the country.  I don’t know if they still do but I’m always happy to see one.  Several friends have suggested that we paint SEE ROCK CITY or Red Man on our little red barn coop.  I don’t know Rock City from Shinola, but I am quite familiar with Red Man chewing tobacco.  My Papa chewed it and he could spit twelve feet and hit any target (perhaps my memory is flawed, I was just a kid when I witnessed this feat).  After hounding him for years to let me try some, he finally relented and let me reach into the pouch for a “chaw”.  I can tell you that was the last tobbacky this kid ever chewed!  Anyway, seeing Red Man on my coop makes me think of the old fella, long gone these 28 years.  I miss him, and I know he’d be pleased that Debbie became a chicken farmer.  (OK, he’d think I’m a little wacky, but my whole family does.)  Jim painted a red border on the shade/wind/rain screen and I think it’s just beautiful.

The other project is small and normally one I don’t need a “man” for; but Jim wouldn’t let me drill a hole in the hardiboard because he thought I’d mess it up.  It only took me a month to get him to do it!  My friend Susna (misspelling on purpose–long story) gave me this cute sign for my birthday.  It matches my house and I think it looks great.

And they're free!

Yes, those are my tacky fake flowers still left over from Christmas.  Well, they look better than a pot full of dirt!

Martha Stewart would NOT approve!

I’ve been fixing up my back yard as best I can for the dead of winter.  I planted a little garden of greens for chicken and human consumption.  I want the place to look spiffy for the board when they visit the ladies on Friday. They’ve been invited to the B’game farm to see our chicken operation.  I plan to have grapes at the ready and the girls have been practicing their jumps!  I have requested that they not poop in the high traffic areas of the yard as well, but they probably will not comply.  A chicken’s gotta do what a chicken’s gotta doo…doo.

2012 The Year of the Chicken

In Backyard chickens, chicken coop, Chicken husbandry, urban chickens on January 2, 2012 at 2:12 pm

Jan. 2nd

According to the Mayan calendar, Nostradamus, and a few other modern-day whack-jobs, the world will end in December of this year.  According to Violet, Daisy & Rosie, 2012 will instead be the YEAR OF THE CHICKEN.  We were fortunate to host some of Jim’s family over the new year, and the experience of hanging out with kin brings home the importance of making and maintaining some worthwhile traditions.  You met Uncle Dave, Jim’s older brother before,  (Hot Guys with Chicks, July 10th) and this time he brought his son, along for a visit.  The Burlingame family humans and animals came up with a pretty good list of resolutions to begin this shiny New Year…

# 1  Make new friends.

The girls enjoy a treat from a young chicken fan.

Buster meets Miss Jordan, a neighbor's cousin.

Joel gets acquainted with his feathered cousin.

 
# 2 Make an effort to visit with family more
 

It's been eight years since these two have seen each other.

 

The Burlingame boys and some of their toys

 
# 3 Try to be an example to others
 

Follow me girls, I won't steer you wrong!

 
# 4 If you’re going to do something, do it the best you can.
 

If you're gonna be a chicken, be the best chicken in all of chickendom!

 
Hope this year is a great one!  Happy 2012 from the CHICKENDIARY!

Most Thankful Today

In chicken coop, Chicken husbandry, urban chickens on November 24, 2011 at 4:19 pm

Nov. 23rd

I am most thankful to have my parents here for Thanksgiving Day. 

Alabama Gothic

You’ve met them before: (Farmer Bill, Oct. 10th & Chickmommy’s MOMMY!, Aug. 12th).  My dad has never met the girls although he’s seen pictures. 

Dad enjoying some excellent reading material.

Daddy has about 20 Rhode Island Reds, but he lives in a rural environment and doesn’t actually do urban chicken farming.  He has a barn and lots of land so his operation is more traditional.  I was excited to see his reaction to my little “City Chicks” and their fancy little chicken condo.  He thought my chicken operation was pretty cool and he thought the girls looked healthy and beautiful.

Daisy practices her strut for the Macy's parade!

 
Today, I am thankful for my family, feathered and non-feathered.  The girls are thankful that turkey is on the menu. 
 

No need to run ladies!

 
Happy Thanksgiving to all from the Chickendiary family.
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