Garden 22 May 2009 12:03 pm
Happy birthday, chickens!
The chickens have turned one year old, which means that they’re officially hens rather than chicks or pullets.
One thing I’m often asked is whether we’re going to eat them when they’re done with the bulk of their laying. A year ago I would have said yes. Now, though, I know that we’re going to be running a home for geriatric chickens. I’ve gone soft. The chickens function the same way cats do in that one xkcd comic. “Who’s a chicken? Who’s a good little chicken? You are! Yes you are!”
on 22 May 2009 at 12:57 pm 1.Savannah said …
Oh, funny.
Well, at least they lay eggs, so they’ve earned their keep while they were worming their way into your heart.
My father had a hen named Henny Penny when he was a child. It followed him around and was apparently fairly bright for a chicken.
on 22 May 2009 at 2:22 pm 2.Liss said …
That’s good, actually. It’s a waste to kill them before they’re done laying and they don’t taste good afterwards.