MotherofOrpies
Free Ranging
Since I am new to this website, and I love reading stories, I thought I might share my life about my chickens ( and a little bit about my life in general too) here also , I did post some stuff already in the introduction part of this website, and since it is a lot of stuff to write about, I will write it down time after time.
let me start at the beginning, I kind of grew up on a farm, we had cats, a dog, sheep and a few chickens, back then I wasn’t really interested in chickens, I had to feed them, and pluck the freshly beheaded chickens our father thrust into our unsuspecting hands ( I guess almost everybody has experienced the moment where a headless chicken runs around
?! ) , we also had a pair of ducks and a pair of bantam chickens, since back then, there was no internet, things did not end well for all our feathered animals... lets start with the ducks... we got a pair, the female started laying eggs, and after a while, she was killed ( not intentionally) by visiting neighboring kids who wanted to look at her, then, when she tried to leave the barn they quickly shut the gate on her, breaking her neck in progress
we found her dead after coming home from our grocery shopping (40 miles away from home) , inexperienced as I was , I tried to save the hatching eggs and incubate them by myself by putting them in bed with me at night and storing them in a cloth hamper during the day ( I was at school), after a strange smell started ro emate from my room, my parents investigated, and found a collection of rotting duck eggs in my hamper
when I came home that day, they told me my experiment was over ...as stories in real life goes, there wasn‘t a happy end for the lonely drake either, we gave him to friends ( we couldn’t eat him ourselves) and they complained he had pin feathers all over and had been a stringy meal 
let me start at the beginning, I kind of grew up on a farm, we had cats, a dog, sheep and a few chickens, back then I wasn’t really interested in chickens, I had to feed them, and pluck the freshly beheaded chickens our father thrust into our unsuspecting hands ( I guess almost everybody has experienced the moment where a headless chicken runs around



