29 Kindergarteners Visit My Mini Urban Farm

Neiman Marcus Heritage Hen Mini Farm

The principal of St. John Berchman's School, Mrs. Cazes called me to arrange for the kindergarten classes to visit my mini urban farm, Thornhill Acres.  She had told me before that they wanted to come, but when they saw the cover of the Neiman Marcus Christmas book, http://www.neimanmarcus.com/christmasbook/fantasy.jsp?cid=CBF12_O5415&cidShots=m,a,b,c,z&r=cat44770736&rdesc=The%20Fantasy%20Gifts&pageName=Beau%20Coop&icid=CBF12_O5415  
they thought about my farm and called. I don't know if any of you saw it, but one of the fantasy gifts was a Heritage Hen Mini Farm. No one that I talked with about this fantasy gift got anywhere near the price, even knowing it was Neiman Marcus.  For $100,000 a would be urban farmer would receive the coop, 3-12 chickens and up to 3 visits with recommendations and evaluations by "chicken experts." 

But I'm now off topic.  I think I was fantasizing about receiving the "expert's" portion of that price.

Before the students arrived, I ordered farm animal suckers and tatoos from Oriental Trading Company to give to each of the 29 children. I started by showing them a carton of the very colorful eggs my chickens lay.  Even the adults remarked that they did not realize that chickens laid different colors of eggs.
 

I put my Nigerian Dwarf goat, Dottie Belle, on the milking stand and told them about her "udderly" amazing udder that was full of great tasting milk.  Then I showed them how I milk her.  About half the class yelled out that they had milked a goat before.  That made all the adults laugh. Remember these are city kids who likely have not seen a live goat or chicken. Then one child asked could he milk her and that was followed by all of them lining up to take a turn.  I was shocked that every child waited their turn to milk.  Dottie Belle was a great sport and stood still for it all.

Next week I will be taking my goat, Gypsy, for her first trip to visit a class of 4 year olds.  They have been learning the song Gus the Goat and reading The 3 Billy Goats Gruff.  The teacher texted me today that they children are very excited about Gypsy's up coming visit. 



 










Of course I love my animals and the milk and eggs I get from them; but even more I actually love sharing them with children who otherwise would have no first hand experience with them.  I have never stopped being a teacher.
  

One Makes a Departure From the Backyard Farm

Chicken formerly known as Olive. 

Remember the juvenile chicken that flew over the fence a couple of weeks ago that I just named Olive, because I am excited about the possibility that it will lay olive colored eggs.  This was a very special chicken, because it was one of 4 of our first eggs every to hatched here.  

Olive a combination of these 2 eggs.

  

 Saturday when my sister Debbie arrived for our Tulsa trip, her husband Ken drove her. Their son, Ben, met them here so he could visit with everyone.  Ben and Ashley live in Fayetteville, AR and have 4 extraordinarily beautiful children.  

Big Foot

Ken and Ben also have a lot more experience with chickens than I do.  When Ben was growing up, he actually raised them and showed them at the fair.  Anyway, they took one look at Olive and said I should have named that chicken Oliver.  And I should not be anticipating eggs of any color.  I was crushed and really wanted to remain in denial. I knew that chicken was too pretty to be a hen.  Anyway, I have to stick to my guns and not keep another rooster.  My small backyard farm is only big enough for one mean rooster and if I had any sense, he should become dinner. 

So Ken put Oliver in a box and took him home with him.  I do not want any updates on what became of Oliver.  But I did say that if the chicken laid an egg to bring her back.

Drama at the Mini Urban Farm and One Hen Flew the Coop

The one with the red feathers around its neck is the one missing.

With this terrible heat, I have been letting the juvenile hens, the ones that we hatched this spring,  out in the morning when I feed all the animals. My first year of owning chickens, I was so protective that I never let them free range.  Then when a couple of them died anyway, I decided that it would be best if they died while enjoying their freedom. So I let them out this morning.  But as I don't often do, I left and went to the feed store for chicken feed and hay.  When I returned, I saw a neighbor's golden retriever in my backyard and some black feathers around her.  Then I saw one of my hens beside her, but mostly hidden in the tall grass.  I yelled at the dog, "Did you kill my chicken, you bad dog?" Just then the dog's owner pulled up in front of my house and heard me yell at her dog.  She was very upset to learn what her really sweet dog had done.  She offered to buy me another one.  She doesn't just let the dog run loose, but very rarely the dog manages to get out of the fence.  I told her I was not sure if the chicken was dead.  But when I decided that I wanted all these animals, I realized that with everything that is alive, death is also a factor.  So I told her I wasn't angry with her or her dog.  A chicken is great sport for a retriever.  Well, the little hen was alive with some missing feathers.  So I sprayed her wounds and put her in the hen house.  Out of the bushes ran another of the little hens.  Now the question was, where is hen number 3?  I looked in all the places the 3 like to hide during the day.  And they are always together, so I thought surely it was in the bushes next to the bank's fence from where the other one had come. I did not find her, so I went through the gate and walked the parking lot just in case she flew over the fence. But I did refrain from calling out, "Here chick, chick."  She would not have come anyway and I didn't want the bank customers to think I was a crazy lady.


I closed the door to the coop, because I had to leave again, but I opened it when I got home; hoping that the third hen would return. All the chickens go to roost in the coops when it gets dark.  I really believe she is alive, because there weren't that many feathers. The injured hen was up and drinking water, so I called my neighbor and told her that I think the hen will live, but one is wandering around. The 2 that are in the coop are full sisters and solid black; father, Big Foot and mother, Omelet.  The missing one is the largest and a half sister, because her mother is Sunny II, my green egg layer.  I have been anxiously waiting to see if she was going to lay olive colored eggs.  Well, often people post lost dog signs; I may have to post a lost chicken sign. We'll see how that goes.