Saturday, October 11, 2008

Randy Gazaway Sells Chickens

I bought my very first four girls from Randy Gazaway out in the middle of nowhere, in a big barn with hundreds of them and he picked two Rhode Island Reds, one Buff Orpington, and one Black & White out for me.  I couldn't tell which pullets were girls and which would turn into roosters.  Randy got it perfect.  His number is 770.889.6691, it's been about four years since I called.

I think I got his name from a guy named David Williams who used to be the chicken farmer at the big huge chicken house farm up on Mountain Road (near Freemanville).  I stopped to talk to him one day when I saw a bunch of folks taking care of the grounds and I asked for the Chicken Guru.  I think the man almost fell off his tractor.  Anyway, when he directed me to David, I explained my City Gone Country attitude and my desire to learn everything I could about raising chickens now that I got to live here.

Did you know that there are 20,000 chicks in each of the four chicken houses.  And they come 80,000 at a time delivered and divided in the houses and then hang out for only seven weeks at which time they go back out to never never land.  They take a week off and then it starts all over again.  My girls and I got a tour once of the chicken houses.  Let's just say it was An Experience.

David and I kept in touch a couple of years before the farm was sold to the new owners who I absolutely adore for not tearing the place down for a new subdivision.  Mountain Road is one of the last remaining "almost original" roads.  If only it were still dirt and not paved.  Wow, that would be something.

So back to getting by chicks from Randy:  I took my laundry hamper with a lid and a bungee cord and snapped it closed and off we went down the road, their first road trip, to their new Home Sweet Home.

This backyard chicken business is easy. Ya just have to do it.  It's a lot easier than you think.  

And it is sooo very...

Buy Chicken Coops

The Garden Within at The Broadwell Cottage is selling Chicken Coops!!

Why DID that chicken cross the road?

This joke is so perfect for the times...

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure - right from Day One! - that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: & nbsp; Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

DR. SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side.' That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: How did I miss one?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Monday, October 6, 2008

New Chicken Project

I need more chickens.  Lots of people I know are now interested in backyard chickens.  It sure is a fun addition to plain ole gardening.

All of my chickens are kaput now.  I had over twenty total over the last four or five years.

I think I will begin this new community outreach chicken project by raising my own chicks.  I'll go to the Elementary School tomorrow and see if I can borrow the incubator.  Then I'll go find someone with fertilized eggs and grab a few.

I'll let you know what happens....Later.