Filed under: chickens, food issues, grocery stores, knuckles, spanky, utilities | Tags: chickens, pittsburgh, portlandia, roosters, salt of the earth, sexing, whole foods
Sometimes you have a day of strangeness at the acres.
Yesterday was that day. Spent the morning with the plumber. He’s a nice guy, and he loves chickens. He has 25 of his own. Correction: He started with 25. Now he has 10. On a one acre lot. He talked about losing them in traffic, losing them to hawks, losing 5 to the 2 jack russell terriers next door, losing them to rooster attacks. Ugh not pretty. Then he was talking about how he wound up with 5 roosters. Warning–if a lady at a farm show is selling straight run and you want pullets–do not buy!! Especially when she says, hey i’m really good at sexing chicks. She used a a key and a thread, he said. I’m thinking huh? about all the ways you might use those things to sex a chick, and then he says, yeah the males will run over to the shiny object. OMG!! Yep he bought it, and wound up with 5 roosters, who later terrorized his kids, jumped on the back of his neighbor, attacked each other, ugh, terrible.
So he has to kill them. No one wants them. He tries. But no one wants them. They’re 2 year old roosters. And they’re mean. So he dispatches them with a hatchet, and then has his wife cook them up. He said it was so traumatic (and this from a guy who gets most of his protein from deer that he bow hunts and dresses himself??!) that he will never forget it.
Ugh. That’s for real man.
So…on to dinner. Or, the unreal! We have a work dinner with an out of town guest and we go to a fancy new place called Salt. Except that it’s NA/CL, you know. And that really sets us up. This is one of these places with lots of the latest ingredients and techniques going on. Foams, home preserved weird things, no substitutions on the menu. No tea on the menu, because they can’t get local tea, no decaf coffee on the “coffee programme” but the coffee (tasmanian peaberry in a french press) is locally roasted so that’s ok. Anyhow, lots of stories about lots of ingredients. Peach shrub? Apparently a shrub is not a bush but an old method of preserving fruit and vinegar to make into a soda syrup (this one was unripe georgia peaches). On and on it goes. These waiters earn their keep for sure. And then the mains menu features cockscomb. Guy next to me says, what’s cockscomb? I say well you know there’s a flower called cockscomb, but that’s not what they’re serving. It’s you know, the floppy thing on a chicken’s head!!! Ohhhhh. The waitress informs us, yes that’s what it is, we cook it for three days!! Oh, you’d have to, says me. Sheesh. I think someone ordered it. It came on a rectangular plate as a row of jewel like pink slabs. I believe all the offending pointy bits had been cut off.
Sniff sniff, all those cute little points that help you identify who’s who. To tell the difference between spanky and knuckles our two barred rocks. Sniff sniff. At least five little chicken heads served to one guest at an overwrought pretentious restaurant in the burgh. Sigh.
We’re so precious, I know. And living in a precious time. Here’s a funny video that captures some of this. It’s pretty funny!! And yes we actually have TWO of those shopping bags featured at the end. Picked up during our visit to San Fran in the spring! No prius here, but we have that weekly parking lot experience for sure!! (Also the 80.00 for six items thing too. sheesh)
Finally of course this whole evening reminded me terribly of Portlandia. What a great show. I just heard that they’re being picked up for another season. Last night’s dinner indicates that there is still a lot of crazy material from our precious yuppy world.
Filed under: chickens | Tags: animal behavior, chicken life, chickens, clucking
Those little goofballs get up to some crazy antics in the egg laying hours. At least I think it’s the egg laying hours. Ok I don’t really know what it’s all about, as we have no eggs yet. But….this is what goes on when the people are not about…
This is a thirty second clip, but they can keep it up! Earlier there were multiple chickens involved. I wonder how much the neighbors can hear them. Sheesh, girls, keep it down out there!!
Things are starting to get serious around here. $#%^&#@!@ mice have been destroying the strawberry crop. @%^@%^%$&&&* groundhogs (fattys) are eating my purple coneflower and yarrow and sunflowers. The other morning I went out to the kitchen garden and a turkey flew into it!! I was chasing him around the paths, and he finally flew up on top of the chicken run. Chickens were still inside the coop but they were looking out the window in astonishment! And then, there’s the coon thing.
The other evening the chickens and goaties were out for a late evening munch. I was in the field with the goats and the chickens, as is their way, started their circuit around the house, away from me. A while later the girl happened to be looking out the window and she saw a raccoon by the garage! Dude came out and we were rounding up the chickens. Somehow there were chickens behind and in front of the coon, and he darted past bubbles and liz in his haste to escape the commotion. Sheesh. Dude said the coon was stalking the chickens and that was NO good.
Tractor supply provided the trap. We brought it home and then wondered, hey what if we catch a skunk?? Anyhow this evening I looked out at dusk and saw the coon by the driveway. Dude went out and baited the trap. An hour later we looked out and this poor little guy. Doesn’t he look sad? Doesn’t he look glum. Poor guy, a nice big pee spot under him, and a big pile of poo, little dude was feeling sorry for himself. So…we took him for a car ride! He didn’t say much on the trip. But he happily left the trap and headed into the woods several miles away from our house! Good luck little dude!!