What Do Your Kids LIke to Snack On?
The other day my son, Bobo, came into my room looking a bit Bubs: Mom, I’m really scared Me: Scared? Why? Bubs: Because I’m afraid I’m going to grow up to be a cannibal Er….. is this a fear that most nine year old boys haul And, here’s some sad news, this morning we woke up to find twenty of our
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on July 27th, 2006 at 1:09 pm
No, No, No!
Jenefer Ig-a-ra-shi you gather your pack of children and husband and go find those chickens. You can NOT just lose all of them. I wanted to find out how the great Cornish Cross breeding – hatching chicks was going to work. Ugh. Now I have to find another guinea pig.
Seriously though, I’m sorry that you lost so many. That is just ridiculous. You may have yourself some hungry stray dogs or some predators. You best keep a close eye on your other chickens. Predators tend to come back for another meal. However, maybe they are just hiding like that one chicken of yours did. Hmmm…
on July 27th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
You poor non-chicken farmer….
I am so sorry for your poultry loss. Maybe you should fly me down there for a chicken consult. (Not that I know anything about roosters or hens–but a free vacation is a free vacation!) Come on…you know that OSH and HSB could use one more janitor! 😀
on July 27th, 2006 at 2:08 pm
have you checked
to see if any of your neighbors suddenly started raising chickens? ones just like the ones you lost?
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m over here eating tomato sprouts and failing before even TRYING chicken farming. In fact, I’m running just as fast as I can (whoops, almost went into a Tiffany song, SCARY!) away from chickens. So I’m failing to even THINK about raising chickens. You can’t get more farm-failure than THAT.
I have to go shower now, after thinking about thinking about thinking about chicken farming.
Kim
on July 27th, 2006 at 2:46 pm
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Hmmm, maybe your son is actually trying to tell you he thinks he’s a chicken. You might ask him as to their where-abouts. 😉
on July 27th, 2006 at 3:15 pm
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I hope Bobo didn’t eat the chickens!
on July 27th, 2006 at 3:33 pm
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Uhhh…this is why we haven’t yet dived into the whole chicken-getting thing. While visions of home-raised eggs and chicken dinners dance in my head, so does the reminder that I hear coyotes howling in the field next to our house every night…hmmm, might have to re-think the whole thing. Well, good for you for trying! And enjoy your 2 “super chickens”! They sound foolproof! :0) -Brandi
on July 27th, 2006 at 4:10 pm
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Oh! I’m so sorry about the chickens!
Snacking- my middle child loves fruit and asks for it for snacks and even meals. My other two are junk food junkies.
on July 27th, 2006 at 4:52 pm
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Losing 20 chickens at once sounds really strange. If the coop isn’t secure (i.e., locked at night & wire deep enough in the ground that something can’t dig in, etc.), a fox, stray dog, or possum could have come and killed a couple and scared the rest all over the place. . . .but whatever happened, it’s a shame. 🙁 Chickens are so much fun and joy! (I’ve been raising chickens for 8 years)
on July 27th, 2006 at 9:35 pm
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Oh Jen– so sorry about the chickens!!! That really double stinkola’s!
As far as Bobo goes, what in the world have y’all been reading/watching lately? Does he know something that you don’t– like seeing Rosie and Curly eating the other chickens???
Speaking of Bobo’s, my baby sis Bobo (that really is her nickname!) will be here tomorrow afternoon– hooray! So I will hopefully be out of blog commission for the weekend. 🙂
Hope you have a great weekend and figure out what happened to your chickens…maybe they escaped out of sheer jealousy of the bunnies…
Love,
Marshie
on July 27th, 2006 at 11:16 pm
hmmm..
confessions and missing chickens…
maybe he’s not a cannibal but a chickenibal
?
Jen
on July 28th, 2006 at 12:24 am
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wow two mysteries in one day! i’m dying to know more about both.
on July 28th, 2006 at 12:27 am
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I bet your disgusting dogs ate them. You need to do what Annemarie's mom told you to do – tie those dead chickens around the dogs' necks. Of course, if they truly vanished like you say they did, that would not work. You could get a frozen chicken out of the fridge I guess and use that.
Edited by TOSPUBLISHER on Jul. 27, 2006 at 10:28 PM
on July 28th, 2006 at 1:19 am
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LOL over son’s comment. Ask him where the chickens went…(sorry, could not resist.) Seriously, I am really sorry about the chickens. It sound more like a neighbor than an animal.
on July 28th, 2006 at 6:00 am
Ahhhhhh
How did that happen? Oh I hope you get a few back…..
I was just going to ask you if you have ssen any eggs….we found 2, one on the front porch and one in the flower bed…..so they are staying inside for a few days to LEARN where to leave their eggs. (they are normally free range).
I’m so sorry about your loss….we are so lucky… we’ve had a hawk (the girls run and hide in the flower beds or in their hen house) and we’ve had a fox (he was out 1 morning, haven’t seen him since?????).
on July 28th, 2006 at 9:58 am
Nibbling on his siblings???!!!
Oh, that is great. LOL—maybe he is practicing on the chickens. What did you do, read them Robinson Crusoe or some dumb thing like that?
Or, have you ever thought of the possibility that you have a GATOR in that pond of your’n? Keep an eye on those kids. I am sure Bobo is innocent!
p.s., funny you would notice the shirt my kid had on in the photo. I knew you would! Wait till you see MY new shirt that I am going to make with my computer. Nanny Nanny Boo Boo. You are going to want one. Can you say “copyright infringement?”
Nawwwww.
Nancy
on July 28th, 2006 at 10:57 am
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Better watch that son of yours…he might be telling you something as he starts first with the chickens and then moves up to siblings…
on July 28th, 2006 at 2:00 pm
chicken
we were just thinking of getting a few chickens. Now I am a little chicken (ha ha). sorry about your sudden fowl loss. Keep pecking away at the mystery and something is bound to hatch.
on July 28th, 2006 at 3:39 pm
okay…
…I’ve been looking all over your blog trying to find the contest that June mentions here. Did I miss something? Is the “deadline” passed?
on July 28th, 2006 at 4:24 pm
We had 2 chickens
Notice I said *had*. LOL They both disappeared in the middle of the night. Actually one didn’t completely disappear. We did find some “parts” to her. :p The other one though, poof, gone. She was the better of the two layers too.
My kids were so sad, remember we only had 2 and we’re city folk! LOL. I had to pay a tribute to Blue. It’s on my blog somewhere. Cupcake didn’t get memoralized. She was eaten before I started blogging! LOL
We originally suspected Coyotes but recently we saw two huge, and I mean huge, racoons walking through the neighborhood at night. We had no idea that racoons lived here in the desert. We now think that it might have been racoons that got at least one of them. They, the chickens not the racoons, would roost in our lemon tree. I could never figure out, if a coyote were in the backyard, why they would jump down out of the tree. However, a racoon chasing them out makes a lot more sense.
Oh, these racoons were the size of dogs. Did I mention they were HUGE! 😀
Sorry to hear about your loss. I don’t think your son is the culprit though! I mean 20 chickens in one sitting? roflol
on July 28th, 2006 at 8:05 pm
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Oh – so sorry to hear about your MIA’s……..how big were they? Still chicks? – coulda been a slithering reptilian thingee……..what does the scene of the crime look like – we need more details than this! Does BoBo have any feathers sticking to him? is there a trail leading somewhere? How can you possibly expect any of us to help in these matters without details……I mean come on! Meanwhile, be on the look out for a yipping yeti………the one we had here back at New Year’s – may have drifted north to Tenn. w/this heatwave and all……..they slip in – they slip out….very sneaky those Big Foots.
I just figured it out………….it’s Elvis! He’s hiding out around y’all taking a break from all his nationwide “Elvis sightings” and well, he’s hungry a whole lot. Y’all must not be leaving out the jelly doughnuts…………better check your apple butter and sauce and pies………
Glad to have cracked the case for y’all…….anytime~
;-p
Harriette
on July 28th, 2006 at 8:55 pm
Yep, got to have more facts about the scene….
of the crime to figure out what got your chickens. I’ve had racoons get some of mine before. They were in rabbit cages on the front porch right outside our bedroom window until we got a place made for them in the barn. The racoon ended up getting half of the 22 I started with before we were able to stop him and eventually catch him. It was nasty, too, because we would come out to a bloody headless chicken still in the cage because he pulled (or ate) their head off but couldn’t get the body through the cage wall. The best thing is a secure coop that you make sure they are shut up into every night. There are lots of things that can be predators, but most leave some kind of scene behind from catching the chickens.
Love and shalom,
Serena
on July 28th, 2006 at 9:44 pm
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Oh yes, the mysterious chicken disappearing act. I know it all too well. They are there one day and gone the next. Yep, it’s definitely “fowl” play. Doesn’t it make you just too sad? I loved my little chickens so much and when something would happen to them, it made me sad. I have no great words of wisdom, just an understanding heart. I wouldn’t worry too much about the cannibal thing – sounds like a typical boy comment of which I have an understanding about, too! :o) Take care and I’ll be praying those last chickens stay put!!
on July 28th, 2006 at 9:44 pm
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Oh yes, the mysterious chicken disappearing act. I know it all too well. They are there one day and gone the next. Yep, it’s definitely “fowl” play. Doesn’t it make you just too sad? I loved my little chickens so much and when something would happen to them, it made me sad. I have no great words of wisdom, just an understanding heart. I wouldn’t worry too much about the cannibal thing – sounds like a typical boy comment of which I have an understanding about, too! :o) Take care and I’ll be praying those last chickens stay put!!
on July 29th, 2006 at 12:23 am
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Like some of the other commenters, my first thought was:
"Are you sure it wasn't Bobo who was responsible for the disappearance of those chickens?"
I had concerns like Bobo's. I'll post about one of them on my blog.
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on July 30th, 2006 at 5:24 pm
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I’m so sorry to hear about your chickens. We had a very similar incident here at our home.
on July 31st, 2006 at 1:03 am
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We were all set to slaughter 55 broilers last Thursday. Good plan, except that 40 of them died of heat stress on Wednesday.
I guess July wasn’t a good month for chickens.
on July 31st, 2006 at 9:27 am
That's fine but…
My little sibs do nibble on their fingers!!! MOm had to put soap on them so they wouldn’t so that! Ya know Frodo’s finger? That what the Little looks like!!! EWWW
Sincerely,
on July 31st, 2006 at 10:55 am
The eyes have it!
I used to work with a woman who had two different colored eyes. I had never heard of such a thing before that. It was really interesting, but I have always enjoyed observing people’s eyes anyway. One of the things that attracted me to my husband was his eyes.
Sorry to hear about you losing your chickens. Don’t give up yet. You’ll do great as a farmer, yet, Jen. Your heart is there… it just takes time to learn what works and what doesn’t.
~Connie
on August 2nd, 2006 at 3:05 pm
Been there, done that
We went through tthe same thing, sadly with the sheep too:( Now we have over 40 sheep roaming around our yard. FYI, we had a fox once come and eat our chickens, too bad bcz the fox was beautiful….oh we had a panther too–JOY! Never saw it, just heard it. Good luck with your super chickens though.
God Bless,
Amber