I miss my chickens! I used to have four Rhode Island red chickens when we lived at our wooded paradise in East Brandywine Township, outside of Downingtown PA. I always wanted pet chickens and finally got four (all the township bylaws would allow). I had a friend build a chicken house for me.
I purchased the chickens from an Amis farmer for $5.00 a piece. When I took those chickens away in my Chicken Carrier I bet they thought they were headed to the chopping block. Not so!
|My Rhode Island Reds|
I had the chickens for a little over a year. Almost every day I would let them out towards the end of the day and they would follow me down to the woods. One day a fox attacked one of the chickens while I while we were out for our evening stroll! One chicken down, three to go.
|Me with my "pals:" - I rake the leaves and they find "goodies"|
Some months later a hawk got one of the chickens in their penned in yard next to their chicken house.
A month of so later another one of the chickens broke her leg jumping down from her roost. I took her to the vet and had her put to sleep. Cost me $25.00 but it was worth it. She trusted me as I held her and the vet injected her with a lethal dose. I saw her eyes gently close and she was no more.
I was now down to one chicken. The last chicken was afraid to go out in her yard. She was afraid to go out with me. I fed her in the chicken house. Then one day I went to the pen and she was no more. She had been beheaded by the (same?) hawk.
That was the end of my Chicken Adventure.
Last week I took my neighbor to Dawn's Farmer's Market. She had a load of chickens, including my favorites, Rhode Island Reds. Seeing them brought back nostalgic memories.
That's all I'll ever have, "chicken memories." I'll never have chickens again, my homeowners association bylaws forbid it.