When we moved to Eagle Mountain, we thought we were going to do the farm thing. Not a full-fledged, up before dawn, milking the cows kind of farm, just a little gentleman’s ranchette. With a couple of horses, a goat or two, maybe a few mini-cows (OK, so maybe a little milking), and some chickens.
We didn’t get very far on that dream, but we did build a coop and raised some backyard chickens.
Unfortunately, the chicken dream wasn’t a raging success. There were a number of reasons for our failure. Neither Sam nor I were really farm-raised children. Farms have a touch of the romantic to the, but we didn’t really know what we were getting ourselves into. We didn’t know anything about chicken feed or chicken care or how to provide a proper shelter and space for roosting.
We checked out a few websites, asked some friends, and hauled on down to the local IFA store for advice. How hard could it be?
The chickens seemed happy, but we only got four or five eggs. And after many months, a huge windstorm tossed the coop in the air like a tumble weed. The chickens scattered. Our cat caught one before we could save it and the others blew so far we couldn’t find them.
If you’re looking for chickens for sale, make sure you know enough to make it worth your while. Even chickens are a lot more work than we imagined.