Here comes a new adventure in
raising dog bait chickens. Yesterday, the mail man brought 44 Light Sussex chicken hatchings egg. As I type the incubator temperature is stabilizing and my mind is racing along all things poultry. Of all of God’s creation that you can pasture, perhaps, I love chickens the best. When I look at chickens and watch them, when I collect the eggs they have laid, when I watch the baby chicks scratching at the ground and growing feathers it brings a deep satisfaction. A satisfaction that I’ve only found in being a wife, raising children, gardens, and chickens. Perhaps the reason is that in the very beginning God told man to go forth and multiply, keep and tend to the ground and the animals – the dominion mandate.
Light Sussex is a not a common breed of chicken you can buy through any hatcheries in the United States. And while I’m from the
Confederate States of America the South it seems I have a propensity toward poultry and gardening in a UK fashion. When I first saw the Light Sussex breed it was love at first sight. They inspired me to start thinking chicken again and to not be discouraged by previous dog attacks. Especially after seeing the following design for a poultry fence at the Ag Expo.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF CHICKENS
Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners, they were clucking in my ears, there were chickens, chickens, chickens for as far as I could see… when I woke today, I noticed there were eggs on top of me.