We had chickens - all sorts of breeds - when my kids were little. They were ‘pets with perks’! We loved gathering the eggs and watching their antics. I loved their little ‘satisfied’ noises. I found them calming. But, we grew weary of going in the coop and finding one of them without a head . . . or without a butt. My daughter didn’t eat chicken for years, because of that.
Seemed no matter what we did to try to keep them safe . . . the possum, fox, and raccoons around here could outsmart us.
We let them wander during the day - and they made a total mess of any landscaping I tried to maintain . . . so after about 8 years, we finally gave the flock to someone who wanted them.
I remember that we waited until night - when they all went to roost - to catch them. I had devised a method, however unusual, to transport them. I saved up over 30 brown paper grocery bags . . . and we put a chicken in each of them and stapled them shut! Then, we put the ‘chicken bags’ in the back of my husband’s truck and delivered them to their new home!
Hey - whatever works! They were quiet - and didn’t struggle. And settled into their new home quite well!
I miss them every so often, and look longingly at the little chicks that arrive at ‘Tractor Supply’ . . . but I like my landscaping!