OK, some of you have been waiting for this story. I hope it doesn’t disappoint, as I’m sure it was MUCH funnier to watch. If you want the short version, go to the next post: Chasing the Chickens.
It all began a year ago, we arrived on the Big Island April 27th. I feel like I will always remember we left Las Vegas on April 23rd, spent 4 days in Honolulu (at the beach, except I was sick and couldn’t maintain a fever to kill the…, so I shivered and wore sweats and ate hot soup) and arrived on the Big Island April 27th – a dream come true.
We were house sitting in HPP for a friend’s sister and they had chickens, see the posts from April – July in “chickens.” We had to say Good Bye to Penny and Lacie and it’s been over 6 months since we’ve had chickens or fresh eggs.
A neighbor, Keith, said he was tired of his chickens and do we want them with a house and everything. Yes! They were adult hens already laying and a rooster. I still need to check again what kind they are – if you recognize them, let me know. Keith talked about what “meaty” birds they are and that they can be eaten when they’re done laying. “They’re a heavy bird – they’re as heavy as they look. There’s no fluff.” I trust him, after Buff, the rooster, I’m chicken shy. (Again, see previous posts for that story.) The hens are 3 years old and Kieth acted as if they had several good years left in them. I’m not sure how long these lay, but I supposed a book from the library would teach me a great deal about them.
Keith kept is more permanent structure, but gave us this one. We moved it everyday and they have fresh grass and grubs to eat along w/ corn feed and chicken scraps. What DON’T chickens eat again? I know onions, garlic and citrus, I don’t remember the rest.
This is a mellow rooster as the girls got the scraps of bread and he just stood by. It’s funny to watch them “go for the bread.” He also was the last to eat the corn when we feed them late yesterday. I told Jonathan, even with everything I’ve been through with roosters, I think he’s going to be my favorite chicken. He’s regal. Keith says, you don’t want to befriend the rooster. You want him scared of you. I agree. I want them to leave me alone – they have those nasty…things…talons sticking off the back of their leg. I remember what that feels like.
OK, on with the story. After the first night of the chickens and the rooster slowly warming up his lungs @ 4am, in full gear @ 6:30 and silent @ 6:45 (after I got out of bed) I noticed that one of the hens was OUT! Yes, OUT! How can she get out? The metal roof is not light. I did hear a clang at some time during the night. Apparently someone lifted their head high on the roost and made an opening for her to slip out. I don’t know if she did it or if it was a group effort. It still is hard to believe. The roof was on and sealed in the morning like nothing happened. Her chest was a bit bloody or scrapped bare. How I know that is next.
Keith told us to keep them in the pen for about 10 days until they got used to being here and then we could free-range them. Well, the animal lovers we are (animals lovers as opposed to wise farmers) we let them out. They were so happy. Scratching and making little beds/nests. Kicking up dirt baths and I guess keeping themselves clean. What good little chickens.