November 24, 2017


Posted on August 28, 2012 by in Man Cave, Urban Acres


The time has finally come to thin the flock down to a more manageable number.  The feed bill has been sky high with the flock going through a twenty five pound bag of grower feed about every five days.  They have been eating like horses, and Annabelle said that we needed to do something.  Between her and my daughter, I’m afraid that she has fallen in love with some of the chickens, so I had to get her to help me sort them out.  My daughter found someone in Brazoria county that was willing to take our excess chickens, since there were no longer enough left to take them to market. It was decided that we would get rid of five of the smaller ones.

Off ti Market Chickens

I got me a wire coat hanger and bent it as a catching tool with a hook on the end and went out to the chicken yard.  I was so happy that Annabelle wanted to help me sort them out.  The weather was humid and I thought that it might rain.  We got out the lawn tractor and trailer and I found an old wire dog box to use, so we could transport the chickens. Me and Annabelle worked together to hem the flock into a corner, so I could reach down and grab them, (the clothes hanger hook idea didn’t work).  She chose some of the smaller breeds because they looked like the proverbial Road Runner from the cartoon series.  I like the big bodied breeds because I thought that if we ever did get to eat them, they would be bigger and better.

The flock members protested loudly as we trapped them one by one. They seemed to know that some of their brothers and sisters were leaving and wouldn’t ever be coming back.

Chicken Yard

Little did they know,  the selected ones would have an even better life. They would be moving to a large farm where they could roam about freely and live out the rest of their days as free range chickens. Within ten minutes the deed was done.

Four roosters and one small hen were caught and secured in the transport cage, and were hauled to the back end of the wonder truck for transport.  By this time we were both hot and sweaty. We went inside to clean up before we went to the farm and naturally it started to rain. Annabelle started to worry that the caged chickens might drown.  She wanted me to break out a tarp to cover the cage during the transport, but I assured her they would be all-  right, and that if covered they might smother or get too hot.

As we drove to the farm it started to rain, cats and dogs.  By the time we got there all of the chickens in the cage were wet and nasty.  I unloaded them one by one into a secure horse trailer, and the farm wife told us that when her husband got home he would put them in the barn.  She said she would keep them there a few days, and then turn them out with the other chickens.  One gnarly looking old rooster was out in the front yard, and he was looking with great interest at the new roosters about to be released into his kingdom.  When we left, Annabelle and my daughter were happy that the chickens had a good home.

I don’t know if we are ever going to get a fresh organic chicken to put in the freezer out of this adventure but stay tuned, we should be overrun with FRESH eggs pretty darn soon!


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