Post Script

The Scarlett relocation did not work out.  It was too hard to integrate one lone chicken into Daddy’s huge flock (especially with the aggressive rooster!)  Scarlett spent the last two nights here with me and last night she had a sleepover with Buster on the back porch (he slept by her cage all night).

More about my little black houseguest later...:)

I did have a contingency plan for my chicken in case she couldn’t stay in Mississippi.  I have a good friend who lives in Tuskegee, Alabama.  We met through a food club of which I am a member.  I get raw dairy products (yes, unpasteurized, nonhomogenized, organic whole milk, yogurt and cheese) from a farmer in Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania.  His name is Amos Miller http://millersorganicfarm.com/ and he’s an Amish farmer who uses humane, old-world techniques to raise farm animals and their by-products (milk, eggs, etc.).  My friend Debbie (great name!) coordinates the monthly orders from her home, and once a month I drive to Auburn to pick up my goodies.  Shameless plug: If you want more info on this club, you can get info from her at debbie@archimagestudios.us

Sorry, for the digression, but I’m sort of obsessed with the topic.  So…Debbie has been reading both of my blogs, (www.mychickendiary.com) and (www.kittybunnychicken.com) for their duration, and she has generously offered to give Scarlett a loving home.  She’s not quite as silly about chickens as yours truly, but she treats her chickens with love and care, and is confident that she can integrate Scarlett into her flock.  I take her to Debbie’s chicken paradise today and promise to provide pictures of her farm.  Meanwhile I went to the Feedlot to get my friend some chick feed and scratch as a gift of gratitude.  As I entered the door, I heard the familiar “peep, peep” of little multi-colored fluffballs.  It’s springtime and all across America farm supply and feed stores are selling chicks for the big and small-time chicken farmer.

Debbie, step AWAY FROM THE CHICKS!

Resistance is futile!

I did resist the urge to start generation # 2 of Rosie, Daisy & Violet and I left the store with only a 25 pound bag of chick starter/grower.  Sigh….

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