More Chickens? What the Whak?

Husbands should not go away and leave their wannabe farmer wives home alone in the spring.  How many chickens are enough?  I still haven’t been able to answer this question.  But last spring eleven was definitely not the right answer.  More were required.  So more were purchased.  

I found a great breeder in the Cariboo, Snowvale Heritage Chickens, who bred Silver Laced Wyandottes (SLW).  This was the breed I wanted most.  All speckly and spotty and full of attitude.  

"Look at the size of those feet! They're scary big."

I put in an order for six SLW and let myself be talked into a couple Barred Plymouth Rocks (BPR) as well.  

Barred Plymouth Rock

Why not?  I was already adding to our tiny flock so what was a couple more?  I brought the 2-week old peepers home in a box with some pine shavings and set them up in their own brooder for two weeks of quarantine fun. 

 Now I had two cardboard box-brooders in the basement: one with 11 chicks in the bedroom and one with 8 chicks by the woodstove.  Twice the cleaning, feeding, and watering.  Twice the fluff.  I spent what little spare time I had (between dog care, wild bird feeder cleaning, gardening, and working) watching “chicken t.v.”

Scout was quite interested as well.  Not very helpful, but very interested.

Now I had lots of chickens.  Enough? Yes.  But would I get more anyway? Yes. Would that go well. No.  But I'll tell you about it another day.