We had too many chickens to carry over winter and too many birds that were not earning their keep anymore. Old age had finally caught up with a few of them so they needed to be culled.
Because our daughter, Chicken Mama, lost every last one of her chickens to that marauding fisher wreaking havoc on her homestead in the last few months, she was feeling unhappy being chickenless . . . and eggless, too.
Although she knew our culled birds probably wouldn't be producing great amounts of eggs, they might lay one now and then so she said she would take them if we didn't want them for stewing hens.
Our freezers are stuffed to over flowing right now so we gladly told her she could take them. Her chicken house, also known as the Taj Ma Coop, will be such a culture shock to our hens after their little ramshackled quarters here that they'll think they've died and gone to chicken heaven.
Five hens and one splendid rooster ready to go for a ride.
Comfortably ensconced in the back seat of Chicken Mama's truck and ready for the hour ride to their new home.
Bon Voyage, Chickies (and Big Rooster). Make us proud and lay an egg now and then.
Our last Christmas gathering
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