Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why, to find some bargains, of course! Wouldn't you?
There's nothing more humbling than a
Saturday morning knock on the door while you're caught lazing around
in your PJs. Actually, it's most humbling when it's your next-door
neighbor at the door, announcing that your chickens crashed her yard
sale.
What can I say? I'm sure the girls just
wanted a jump on their holiday shopping.
After all, they need the
perfect gift for Chicken Mama.
(Full disclosure: I hid,
forcing Peter to answer the door. Yes, I'm that cowardly.)
Fortunately, our neighbor was gracious
about the chicken invasion. Still, this wasn't the first time the
girls flew the coop. In fact, our three little additions—Saltine,
Sugar, and Spice—escape our yard frequently. Apparently, the dozen
books Kiki read failed to mention that Golden Campines are flighty.
Very, very flighty. In fact, they would
win gold medals for flying in the Chicken Olympics.
(In her defense, Saltine is a Barred
Plymouth Rock, and she's not quite as flighty as the Campines. She just
follows the lead of the two troublemakers.)
Flighty is both good and bad.
Obviously, we don't want the girls bothering the neighbors. We allow
them to free range in the forest—with supervision. When we can't
supervise, they forage in fenced areas--around the pool or in their
yard. However, while the older girls politely remain within our
boundaries, the little delinquents take to heart “the grass is
always greener” philosophy, escaping the fence.
Of course, when they escape the fence,
not only do they potentially annoy the neighbors, but they also
embark on suicide missions.
On one side of our backyard, where the
naughty girls like to forage, our sweet dogs would happily use them
as chew toys. So, when we let the girls forage by the pool, we keep
the dogs inside. Outside the fence, the girls become potential snacks
for roaming neighborhood dogs.
It's quite an adventure for a suburban
dog. When another neighbor's dog rejoiced over his breakout, he
hightailed it to our forest. After all, it was doggie paradise--three
fluffy, yummy smelling treats to chase.
Panic.
While we tried to catch the pup, our
flighty girls used their wings wisely—Sugar escaped to the roof of
our house, Saltine flew back over the fence.
We couldn't find Spice.
We looked everywhere—the forest,
neighbors' yards, the coop, the greenhouses.
No Spice.
After 15 minutes, I expected the worst.
The dog still ran through the neighborhood, and I feared that Spice became
his prize.
I stopped to catch my breath and looked
up.
There, sitting on a tree branch peering down at me,
perched Spice.
Whew.
(Did I mention—all of this fun took
place in my pajamas? I did manage to throw on running shoes. Now,
there's a fashion statement. Hmmm...there seems to be a theme here. Perhaps I need to stop lazing around in
my PJs, huh?)
After the near death experience—both
for the birds, as well as my near heart attack—we decided it was
time to convince Chicken Mama to let us clip her girls' wings.
It didn't take much convincing.
After all, she decided she'd rather
keep her girls safe than win more blue ribbons at the county fair.
I'm very proud of our Chicken Mama.
That afternoon, we gathered the
troublesome trio in the back garden to perform the deed.
Actually, I did nothing but take
photos. I'm a wimp.
It's really a very easy process, and it
doesn't hurt the bird. Basically, you clip approximately 10 of the
primary flight feathers on one wing. By clipping feathers on only one wing,
the chicken's balance is disturbed, prohibiting flight. Experts recommend waiting
until the chicken reaches maturity, because wing flapping and
practice flights develop strength in young chicks.
When selecting which feathers to snip,
make certain you don't select any new growth feathers that contain
blood in the shaft. (The shaft will have a pink tint if it contains
blood.) Clipping a wing with blood in the shaft is painful for the
bird and causes bleeding. In darker colored birds, you may need to
hold the wing to a light to check the shaft. If you do accidentally
cause bleeding, dip the tip of the feather in cornstarch and pinch it
to stop the bleeding. Also, keep the bird separate from the flock
until the wing heals. Blood or injuries encourages pecking.
Wing clipping is a two person task. Kiki held the girls to calm them. Because you need to
use sharp scissors, you don't want to try this alone. You don't want
to hurt yourself or the bird.
Spread one wing, holding it steadily.
Peter cut approximately 10 of the longer primary flight feathers.
And that was it. Simple. Safe. And
hopefully, the birds are now secured within the yard.
Then, Kiki, our future veterinarian, wanted to try it.
Easy.
Honestly, how is this girl my daughter?
She amazes me.
Just in case you like diagrams, there's
a good one here:
An important note:
Repeat
wing clipping after your chicken molts. Once the new feathers grow
in, those naughty girls will head for the skies again.
So, while Chicken Mama is now retired
from the world of chicken shows, we're all resting a bit easier about
our troublesome trio.
So far, they haven't flown the coop.
But then again, there haven't been any
yard sales lately.
Wish us luck!
XO ~
Julie