One of the bloggers that I follow ,Love those” hands at home” asked if we have a photo that held summer memories? Now I’m sure that Mom has a few that I would love to share but that is going to have to wait for a bit for Mom is close to 700 miles from me. I must say that the long distance didn’t keep me from going down that long memory lane. There were so many delightful memories that I have of my brother and I and then ..Some that were not so good back “then”…Like when my brother ( Leon) locked me in the chicken pen, with a rooster that wasn’t so nice. Now , it was mostly my fault that he locked me in there for I was bragging that ” I wasn’t afraid of that rooster “!😳 lol … I never bragged that sentence again!!
So with rooster on my mind I decided to look online to see if I could find some pictures to show how the old chicken houses were that my brother and I had to do chores in.. There wasn’t a perfect match to what our chicken houses looked like ,good enough to give you an idea away.
*note… This picture were from a DPI book .
We had three of these chicken houses on the farm growing up,so when the bitties came in Leon and I were kept busy with filling water jugs and hand feeding fed into plastic lids.
The first jug is what we filled,held a good gallon of water ,then you screwed on a red lid and turned upside down like the bottom picture. There were around six jars to a brooder stove and as many plastic feed lids. Here is a picture of a house with brooder stoves .. Only they were lower to the shaving when bitties were just a few days old to three weeks old. They were raised higher as the birds got older.
As you can imagine ,it took sometime to water and feed the chicks, ( because of our houses being a shed type house there was only one row of hoods on the other side of the poles..cut this chicken house in half to get a better picture.)But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy ,right! Well, Leon and I had a cure for that!!! There was a rail that carried the feed cart down the middle of the houses… Now that cart rolled real good from one end of the chicken house to the other end. Let me tell you it was also a delight to ride in! BTW.. We never derailed.:)
When the bitties were three weeks old ,they were big enough then to drink out of the water troughs and the feed line. That meant picking up the dirty jugs and plastic feed lids. They were washed and stored in a side shed for the next go around. Whose job was it to washed them? Yep … Leon and I . Of course,that job could be right down fun in the summer! ( winter time ..not so much) water tubs and a water hose spells water fight ,right? Right!! 😄
Now to find time to go see Mom!!
The lovely rose moss likes Ga heat.
Have a great week , friends! Deb
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Wow–that’s a LOT of chickens! When I think chicken coop, I think of the one on our farm and it was just tiny by comparison. But you got to spend some time with your memories of childhood–and they sound like great ones! And PS–your moss rose is spectacular! It never looks that good here!
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We raised chickens commercially for Mr. Frank Perdue. I grew up on the eastern shore of Md. I’ve discovered that there are several flowers that love Ga heat, those 100 degree days, lantana,moss rose and crepe myrtle. The rest of the flowers just go into a “cant hardly make it”mode.:)
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My grandparents raised chickens when I was tiny. They’d started it during the war and continued on for some years after. One of my earliest memories is of standing in the round house surrounded by peeping, tiny chickens! And they had a “cave” we called it, a root cellar I guess, where they stored eggs and apples and potatoes. It had a lovely scent to it and was so lovely in the Summer….
Nice post!
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Grandma had one of those “caves” ,she too keep things cool down there.
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Ha ha a few more than my five chickens and rooster, loverly post 🙂
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Lol,a few more than five… By about 15,000 but we only kept the birds for about seven weeks then they went to the processing plant. We then cleaned out chicken houses ,put fresh shaving down to start the whole bitty raising business over.
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Oh so they didn’t have names then 🙂 thats a lot of chickens to look after, ours a really pets, that lay us lovely fresh eggs. They really think they are little dogs and come to the back door for titbits 🙂 Do you keep chickens now for their eggs 🙂
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Probably the only name they got was when a ” certain” young girl was in a hurry and the chickens didn’t move fast enough was “stupid chick” 🙂 I had hens for years for eggs but the Hawks , foxes, coons,and bobcats all like chicken for dinner,so now I don’t have any.. I want to get a pen that I can moved around so they can still ” free range” but yet protected. The Hawks were getting so brazen they would grab a hen right outside our back door.
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Ours live in two large pens, but come out at the weekend when we are home. When we first stsrted we let them out during the day when we we were at work, but one day a fox had them all,. So now they are only allow out when we are there. Ha ha…. ours have a few choice names when they won’t go inside quickly enough at night 🙂
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