This afternoon we got a phone call that the chicks we ordered were in. Cami and I immediately jumped in the car and drove into town to pick them up. A small chirping box is quite the sight to see and reminded me how exciting it is to have fresh chicks. Cami could care less about everyone else and wanted to open the box up and start playing with the baby chickens right there in the feed store.
I had requested eight Speckled Sussex, but I knew that the chances of me getting all eight was slim. Luckily I did end up with five Speckled Sussex chicks and then the feed store had set aside my second choice, Black Australorps, to fill in two more slots. Bringing my total to seven, I picked out a Black Sex Link as my eighth chick. If Trevor asks, I ordered eight chicks just incase one or two end up being a rooster (wink, wink). Chances are in my favor that none of them will be roosters, but nothing is 100% guaranteed in the world of animal husbandry.
So what does this mean for our current laying hens? It means “processing” time is marked on the calendar. We have very limited space around here and since chickens are at their peak of egg production at two-years old (which our laying hens are now), their egg laying numbers will slowly decrease after their molt this fall.
Sorry ladies, but we aren’t running a chicken retirement home around here! Say your goodbyes.