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The New Chicks


The most amazing things about having a sea of yellow fluff in the chicken house is how much time I can spend there while outside the door the grass keeps growing, the meals go unmade, the phone doesn’t get answered, the sun rise and sets…

The mail arrived  at noon with 52 (2 are extra in case of shipping mortality) from the Rochester Hatchery in Westlock, AB. They were born yesterday. They can live off the nourishment they still have in their tummies, from the egg they hatched from, for at least a day or more. How fascinating how God has a plan to make life happen!


This is the box they are delivered in.

The last time I raised these little guys I had 100% success. All 52 made it. I know by now that they must have a stable temperature between 30-32 degrees celsius or pneumonia takes a big toll. I know that green food makes all the difference in their diets and prevents the nightmares I used to endure with bent up crooked-legged birds that couldn’t walk to get to the rations. They are so much more healthy when they are pasture fed.

Peek-a-boo babies!

Peek-a-boo babies!






Cornish Rock Giants- but not giant yet :)

Cornish Rock Giants- but not giant yet :)




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5 Responses to “The New Chicks”

  1. V. says:

    Brings me back to memories of my childhood; getting to go see the chicks in the coop was one of my favourite things to do. I remember sitting in there holding them for what seemed like hours. They are wonderful when they are young. I was not a fan of chickens though because of their beaks and beady eyes. Unfortunately I also remember the smells and sounds associated with butchering. Dad would torch what was left of the feathers after plucking and that smell has stuck with me. Have you ever accidentally burned the end of a fingernail? The other is the smell of wet and stinky feathers. Nuff said.

  2. Naomi says:

    Someday, I will raise some of my own chicks! I can’t wait. I love those little critters. I like them on the bbq even more.
    One of my friends raised a batch this year and gave us a few. I couldn’t get over the cost! First, the chicks are not cheap, then our friends sent them off to be slaughtered. I am certain those little birds ended up being at least $10 each. They didn’t feed them any green stuff, just grains, so they grew too fast and had to be shipped off early because they were becoming crippled. They actually didn’t end up very big.
    Questions I have: First, how do you pluck and clean that large a quantity of birds? Do you have a de-featherer? I knew a lady that had one once. What a cool machine!
    Also, for flavour sake, can you feed chickens a certain diet for the last week of their life? We did that with our pigs once.

    • sherry says:

      Diet changes the flavour – no doubt. I’m eating this year’s chickens with no salt. Green vegetation makes so much difference.I was asked why I didn’t raise pasture poultry for a living. I would sooner die than try to sell my chickens for $10 after all the hard effort and costs. I just thought about the work each day and the number of casualties and added up the cost of pens and coop, feed supplies,trays and waterers…I thought $20 ?? and decided it would be better to work away from home for $20/hour. Your friends there didn’t grass feed them, but the cost of the feed and chicks work out to the majority of the $10 tag.

      • Naomi says:

        I would never dream of selling chickens I raised. That would be like hitting my head against a brick wall.
        Not only are chickens and coops and feed expensive, you also need all sorts of licences and paperwork to butcher and sell chicken. So not worth it. I’d sooner have a paper route. Haha!


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