I love chickens.
As I was travelling through NZ, I saw the most beautiful egg layers I’ve ever seen in real life.
I wanted some.
Unfortunately, where I live is un-condusive to a life with alive chickens.
So…I found a friend with land…annnnddddd…..(insert drumroll —> HERE <—-) CHICKENS!!!!
YUP! Free range-ing organical beautiful egg layers! And guess what?
She said I could have some, too!!!!!!!!!!! WOWZA!!!!
So, I jumped at this opportunity. duh.
I called up my Dad’s friend, Aurthor, and asked if he could find me a chicken! (Yeah, I’m a little city-fied, and didn’t know where to find a beautiful egg layer.) I asked him for 3 little baby chicks. (Because that’s how you start em, right.)
A few days later, on a warm Thursday afternoon, Aurthor called me up.
Aurthor: “Hey, Katie! I’ve got yer chickin.”
Aurthor: “I’ll be at your house in half an hour.”
Oh no. What am I going to do with this chicken…TONIGHT??!?!?!?
Bathtub. Yup. That’s what I’ll do…bathtub. Luckily, I am blessed to have access to 2 bathtubs – otherwise I’d be showering with a chicken, until I could get out to the farm…to deliver my new egg layer….
Egg-layer…wait one minute…egg-layer? I asked for 3 chicks…He brought me a cornish hen!
Aurthor: “It’s grown, too!” He exclaimed. Obviously proud of his “catch”.
…so…this is what egg laying chicks look like…???
Not only that, but this cornish hen didn’t have ANY feathers. It was a featherless freakin chicken! But the problem wasn’t what it wasn’t born with feathers, the problem was that they were pecked off by other chickens, or hens, or whatever…this thing was UGLY.
I mean, I couldn’t even take it’s picture, it looked so bad…it actually probably didn’t look as bad as what they look like before they hit the trucks on the way to the butcher…
Anywho, let’s just say my dog was scared of this thing…Oh, and it was mean, too.
Luckily, Captain Dave, a good ol family friend saved the day!
I gave Captain Dave a call, and like lightenin he was here in a flash! Took that Ugly Bird and gave it a home where they would appreciate him in all his featherless glory.
This is all good however, I am still stuck with a big goose – egg of egg-layers. For any of you who didn’t catch that one, I don’t have any egg layers…back to zero.
Now….I will take this search in my own hands…