The 22 new chickens arrived this afternoon and Mr. Tank could not be happier. I mean really, he thinks this is the best thing that ever happened.
He spent all afternoon and evening following them around sniffing their little vents – that is how he’s going to recognize them as he herds them around the property! He now knows the smell of each and every one of them – probably has named them as well!
They are his new little babies. He will watch over them all day while we are gone, and try to help to get them into the coop at night. Every day when we leave for work we tell him to watch out for the kitties and the chickens and he takes those responsibilities very seriously!
He’s a bit confused as to why these new additions are so small. He doesn’t realize that some of them are just very young and others of them are Bantam so they won’t get really big like his other chickens.
It took Tamara and I almost a full hour to get these ladies (at least we hope they are mostly ladies) into the dog kennel so I could bring them home. The did not want to leave their siblings and parents or Tamara who is an amazing small farm manager. She has sheep, chickens, ducks, sometimes turkeys, a horse or two, and lots of dogs and cats. It is always fun and friendly to go over to her place.
Tank will have to look out for roosters in the new bunch – we haven’t had one before, and while I would not object to one or two of them, I don’t think we want more than that. We tried to sex them – have you ever tried to sex chicks/pullets when you really know nothing about how to do it? I’ll let you know how that went in a few weeks when we find out.
I hope all their feathers come in soon because . . . well, it is supposed to get cold pretty soon. They will need their feathers to help them stay warm (although we have put a warming light into the coop). And I don’t expect eggs from them for at least a few weeks, and for those hatched in late summer, not until after the first of the year.
Amazingly, when we put the young ones into the coop for bed tonight with the big older ladies, it was relatively peaceful – well, once we got them all in there, which took another hour since the babies didn’t really know how to get into the coop and had to be helped to know what to do. It was all I could do to keep Tank from trying to go into the coop as his babies were settling down to sleep. I think he was jealous that they were cuddling together and he was left out. There were even a couple of babies cuddled up to the warm bodies of the old ladies. It was pretty cute.
Tank was so proud to help get the chicks into the coop – he found all the strays that were hiding in the long grasses, barked at them so they go so scared they froze and then I could pick them up and put them in the coop.
It is going to be a fun transition! And Tank is just in seventh heaven!