Nope, wait, too late. I've already become a crazy chicken lady.
It started about four years ago, in April 2014. I loved gardening, and thought a few chickens would be a nice addition to the yard. And of course fresh eggs would be a nice addition to breakfast. I bought six Barred Rock hens. Only a fellow crazy chicken lady understands how that simple, innocent purchase would lead me down an irreversible path to crazy town.
I'm currently the proud chicken momma to two Legbar/Easter Egger roos, five hens containing some parts Maran, Legbar, Easter Egger, Olive Egger and who knows what else, and six new chicks ranging from 1-5 days old, (four Marans and two Olive Eggers, straight run*.)
I hadn't intended on getting more chicks this year. I had twelve chickens already, (two roos and ten hens.) But nature had other plans. After a fox ran off with the only Barred Rock cross I had left, one of our dogs got loose and we lost four more hens.
If you're not a crazy chicken lady then you probably think that two roos and five hens should be plenty sufficient for my family of four. And you're right. But for a self proclaimed crazy chicken lady seven chickens isn't nearly enough. Thankfully it is spring, and all the local hatchers are in full swing, so here I am once again with a pack-n-play full of chicks in my basement.
*Straight run- freshly hatched chicks with no way of knowing whether male or female
