Hens Adopted!

As much as we hated to, the decision was made to put the girls up for adoption. Long story short, I placed an ad on Craigs List. I can't beleive how many emails I received. Nor can I beleive some of the emails I received. From "are they still available?" to "I want them chickens, call me now." The sure fire way to get me to avoid you at all cost!

One email did stand out. I received it around 10 Pm, about 12 hours after placing the add, and after about 11 hours of off and on reading and checking my email. The email stood out because it described the farm the hens would be going to and what kind of life they would have. Including additional information, the fact that the family had children and all the animals had names. The children had names to of course.

I replied to the email the next day to the sender. After a phone call on Saturday, I knew it was the right decision. The family was down to earth, warm, and friendly. Everything we wanted for our hens.

We were invited to come out to their farm. We did, with no regrets. After about a 40 minute drive, including turning around and navigating an alternative route do to a nasty wreck, we arrived at the farm in Getaway, OH. For those of you who have never been to Getaway, well they call it getaway for a reason! Not much around accept farms, big and small.

The family greeted us with a warm, and excited welcome. Something a rarity these days. We exchanged introductions, met the new golden retriever pups(who were just as happy to meet us), and then got to see 12, yes 12 new chicken hatching's. We hadn't even made it out of the driveway yet!

The family was even generous enough to write down the names of girls. Not that you can tell them apart, but its the thought, and hens have names just like any pet. We then proceeded to carry the container, housing the chickens, up to the chicken house. On the way we passed a horse who was in his 29th year, a few older chickens, and a duck. I beleive some goats were roaming around as well. The chickens seemed to take quickly to their new environment. Only some soft cackling to say hello to the others.

We spoke in mixed conversation about the history of the farm, and goings on of a day for the animals. All and all very educational, as to how a REAL farm operates. The sights, sounds and the smells. Not what you see in pictures in glossy magazines. A real family, a real family farm. Our family has the utmost respect for this dedication.

We packed up our vehicle and said our goodbyes. We promised to stay in contact. As we left the family farm, with sadness in our hearts, a scenic drive in view, we are now more determined then ever.