A little over a week ago, on a Friday night, my friend called. I was waiting to pick up my fish and chips, after a massive week of work, J was away for work and I was just about to settle in for a quiet evening home alone.
I answered the phone, to the excited voice of my friend telling me that his mum’s chook had just hatched 9 baby chickens, and would we like to take a couple of the babies?
I jumped at the chance, and had to make the decision alone, as J had no reception where he was working. So I said yes and that I’d pop around on the Saturday morning to pick them up. J did finally call when he got a spot of reception, and I said to him that I was getting him a present and that it was alive. He responded excitedly with, “A snake?” Something that we had never, not once talked about.
“No” I responded, “a couple of new chicks.”
I thought that J would love this surprise! So on the Saturday afternoon, my dad came around and put in some star pickets and some chicken wire. I knew the mum and the babies need to be separated from the others, while they got used to the new pen, and our chooks got used to them. It’s so lovely to watch mum with her babies, she sends them off every time we come near, and then calls them back once we’ve moved away.
I can’t wait to see them get bigger and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that there’s not too many roosters. I’m toying with the idea of keeping a rooster to add to our brood. Once we’ve figured out which are roosters, and they have made their way to our freezer, then a friend of mine is taking half of the babies and we’ll keep the other half and the mum. So we won’t end up with too many chickens, although we currently have 12.
What are we going to do with all the excess eggs, you ask? Meringue, mayonnaise, give them away, or fry ups every day.
Do you have any tips on keeping roosters? Did you ever surprise your significant other with a live gift? What would you do if you were getting 6 eggs a day?