Country Catches Critical Chicken Crisis — Can Old Fashioned Remedy come to the Rescue?

2 or 3 days old, backyard chickens

2 or 3 days old, backyard chickens

Chickens are starting to appear in larger and larger numbers in animal shelters. Animal shelters? Really?

Really really. This is a real story. The story goes on to say that people no longer want their chickens after the birds have stopped laying eggs, and just don’t know what to do with them! Are we really spending tax payer dollars, or donor dollars, on abandoned chickens because people do not know what to do with them?

My wife and I have backyard chickens. When these chickens stop laying eggs, they are not going to become pets. They are not going to be dumped on some poor overworked/underfunded animal shelter. And they are not going to be dumped in some neighborhood like a college kid’s puppy that is no longer wanted because summer break has arrived. This is a real problem. Yes, sadly Country Catches Critical Chicken Crisis (c5) is not a joke. This is a reflection of the super-modernized, super-sanitized culture we live in. People sit at their computer screens, distant from the “dirty” processes that make the real world run.

“The majority of them are going to be backyard birds that have been either abandoned or dumped,” he said. “Usually, no one wants roosters, and the hens we get are usually spent hens. People don’t know what to do with their old hens. I’ve picked them up at apartment complexes, parks, or I get calls from the Humane Society or animal control.”–OPB

Well, there is an old fashioned remedy that has been passed down for generations which can deal with c5. And I’m going to share it with you, here… for free!! That’s right! You won’t need to purchase a membership, buy a poorly written book, or attend a seminar in Las Vegas.

The Remedy to c5 is… (drum roll please): It’s called chicken dinner. I know some of you may not have realized that chicken dinner is made from chickens. You probably thought chickens grew on trees or were manufactured by a new Monsanto wonder plant. But in reality, chicken dinner is made from chicken.

First, you kill the chicken (yeah, this is old school). Second, you pluck the chicken. Third, you gut the chicken. Fourth, you prep the chicken for cooking (my wife normally does this, and it is an overnight process). Fifth, prep the chicken via your favorite recipe and then toss it in the oven/skillet/crock pot. Sixth, you EAT the chicken. For some of you, this old fashioned method of what to do with chickens after they have stopped laying eggs may seem a bit barbaric. Well grow up. At the very least you could sell them on craigslist to someone else that will eat them.

Think before you get chickens. If you want backyard chickens but don’t have the stomach to eat them, then you shouldn’t get backyard chickens. What’s the problem with eating chickens? I mean seriously… chicken tastes like… chicken.

Honestly, backyard chickens filling up animal shelters is absurd… wake up America.

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More adventures with opossums, or, this is how marriage works

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This is what I did for Mother’s Day

Originally posted on Ranting About Rectangles:

This morning started out like any other morning. I was half awake, in my pajamas, outside feeding the rabbits and chickens. And then my husband shouted from the garage door “There’s an opossum in the cat food!”

It was suddenly not an ordinary day, and I was very awake.

Turns out a very young opossum had gotten into our garage and into the cat food bag. The cat and dog food bags are stored in an aluminum trash can with a tight fitting lid, but it must not have been put on correctly last night. It happens; I’m just glad hubby looked into the bag before reaching in.

opossum in bag of cat food

Small opossum at the bottom of a bag of cat food

The ‘possum wasn’t going anywhere, so hubby went inside to put on something more substantial than pajamas. I got the pitchfork and decided to make sure THIS opossum never graduated to eating my chicken’s…

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Building The Perfect Bird House

Building the Perfect Bird House

This bird house does not make me feel guilty for anything I’ve ever built… but it does make me more conscious of things that I do in the future. I hope the impact is the same for you.

Think sustainable, not profitable.

What is Your Cat’s “Real” Name?

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Thumb Cat

What is your cat’s real name? Do you know? No, you probably don’t know. Although this post features my cats it is not solely about cats’ names. It is about animals. All animals.

My wife and I have three cats.

  • Two of our cats get along fairly well: Mawey and Beannacht.
  • Two of our cats get along okay-ish: Beannacht and Thumb Cat.
  • Two of our cats do not get along: Thumb Cat and Mawey.

I notice their distinct personalities and quirky interactions on a daily basis. I have tried a few different things to get Thumb Cat and Mawey to get along better. And then one day my wife and I saw a show called “My Cat From Hell,” which features a cat whisperer. I realize this man is on a reality show where nothing is “really” real. But there are enough aspects of reality to this show that made me realize how much fear, anger, and personality cats can have. This cat whisperer’s gig is that he goes to a home with a “cat from hell” and within a few weeks of therapy/training with the cat, he can turn the hell cat into a cool kitten.

So this show has made me want to redouble my efforts with Thumb Cat and Mawey. Thumb Cat is nearly four pounds bigger than Mawey, but Mawey pounces on nearly everything. In addition, Thumb Cat runs from cats half his size when they come to the window. So one cat is too rough, and the other cat is a scaredy cat. Well, if cats are so distinctive in personality, what are their real names?

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Beannacht

When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought
Of the thought
Of the thought
Of his name

His ineffable effable effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name – Cats, Naming of Cats Lyrics

I began thinking about this because of a story that again made news recently about dolphins calling each other by name. Dolphins are very intelligent. It is easy for many people to think about dolphins as a living creature that deserves respect. For many people it is equally easy to think of cats as complex creatures. And wolves. Wolves Bottlenose dolphins swim at a research center in Key Largo, Florida.are animals that have hierarchy within the pack, notably having an alpha and omega wolf. This implies intense interpersonal interactions and respect within the wolf pack.

Do wolves call each other by name? Do cats and dogs call each other by name? It is easy to treat an “animal” as something less than human because animals are a lesser species. Dumb animals. Except that cats have very distinct personalities. And wolves have very distinct hierarchies in their packs. And dolphins call each other by name.

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Mawey

Do you see where this is going? How many “lesser species” are so advanced that they might be calling each other by name? It would not surprise me to discover that cats call each other by name. It would not surprise me to discover that my Thumb Cat has some unflattering nicknames for my Mawey.

I just think people would treat their pets and other animals with a different level of respect if they considered, for a moment, that those animals may have individual names… even if we don’t know those names.

One of my friends said her cows “moo” loudly at night for a week or two after the baby calves are taken away. She said it’s because the momma cows are calling for their babies. Well… did the momma cows’ babies have names?

My cats are eating WHAT?

Originally posted on Ranting About Rectangles:

My cats are crazy! I feed them well. They have a great quality food. And what do I catch them doing?

cats eating peas

They jump up on the stove and eat the bowl of peas I had left there. Peas. PEAS! Aren’t cats supposed to be carnivores? Don’t they like meat? Not mine! Apparantly I have my whole family so well trained that even the cats eat their vegetables! They were there calmly taking turns, even licking the bottom when they were finished.

But they’re not perfectly trained. No cat can ever be. When I left the kitchen to upload the cute photo, they knocked the glass bowl off the stove and onto the stone floor. No more bowl. Silly me, I should have known better! But it’s still a cute photo. I’ve never gotten a snap of my cats eating vegetables before.

broken glassI was too distracted to get a photo of…

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