Bucket lists are pretty idiosyncratic undertakings. Perhaps there are many items that are fairly universal to these lists: travel, relationship, finances. Then, there are those items that are a reflection of one’s personality and life experience. That’s how raising boiler chickens found its way onto my list – now checked off.
As with many ambitions, I couldn’t have done this alone. Nope, I dragged Bob right into the heart of the endeavor. There’s no one more qualified to raise chicks than this guy with a heart of fluffy momma feathers! Two days ago, Bob found himself diving into a muddy chicken pen post-unexpected-thunderstorm to bring this 3-month saga to its rightful conclusion, the butcher shop. Man, I love that guy!
Thanks to Heather for lending us an extra-large dog kennel so that we could get the chickens to the butcher all at once. 25 chickens in a cage is heavier than you might think. Thank goodness Mr. Martin, the chicken reaper, helped us unload.
Not all the fun was had by Bob. Nope. This morning I spent a couple of hours sorting chicken feet, gizzards, hearts and livers into tiny, single serve packets for your culinary pleasure!
I would sum the whole endeavor up by saying it’s just like having a baby. Not but hours after the entire ordeal ended in freezer camp for the chickens were we plotting our next flock, memory of the horrors quickly receding into distant parts of our beer and wine soaked brains.
We are offering the birds to our share members first. If you are interested in being placed on the wait list, please send me an email. Thanks!
50 chickens – Red Ranger Broilers
3 months – May 16 to August 16
1,000 pounds of organic feed (OMG)
A brooder and a coop
6 gallons of water a day
150 pounds of processed chicken and one very full freezer