Farmer Jones, our “go to” chicken man
Posted by Cathy Meder on Monday, June 28th, 2010 at 1:37pm.We live on a mini farm in Kennesaw and have raised our kids among chickens, ducks and geese, cats and dogs. Even though we have a pasture, barn, riding ring and fencing, we never had horses. We even had a 400 pound pig join us for a few seasons that belonged to one of our neighbors. It is difficult to move a pig that big when he likes where he is sleeping.
After the kids were grown we kind of let all the animals (the farm birds especially) disappear except for the wild turkeys that flew in on occasion and the deer that would show up to eat the apples off of our apple trees. Then, all of a sudden, I started the old “we need to eat better” thing and a couple of our friends were going in that direction too, so the next thing I knew I was paying $3.00 a dozen for organic, free range, eggs. After a time I thought I would love to have my own fresh eggs again; after all, our old chicken palace had a vacant sign on it for much too long.
So the search began for 2 or 3 hens. The first ones I bought came from a place in Douglasville and the chickens were sick. They had come from a commercial egg laying house where they had come near to the end of their commercial egg producing abilities and this couple had bought them and let them out of their one foot by one foot cage. They told us when they got them they had no feathers because they had lived life without freedom in the cage and had kept their feathers rubbed off. Needless to say it was a mistake on our part to buy them. Those chickens didn’t even know how to roost at night. They just sat on the ground all night long and that’s not good for a chicken. They didn’t last too long around here. The old “Food Chain” got ‘em. You know, when you let them out and they don’t know how to fly sometimes a hawk or coyote will just have to have a chicken dinner. Oh well…I was off to find a chicken that knew how to be a chicken.
Lucky for me, Farmer Jones came to the rescue and he was just down the street. Farmer Jones lives out here in West Cobb. He has barn and goats and cats, and a donkey, etc. Best of all, he’s a wonderfully nice man. He even sells his eggs for $2.00 a dozen.
I bought my three chickens there and they knew exactly how to be chickens. They did really good for us and laid lots of eggs. One went as a chicken dinner for some of our local night life, but I have two left.
What happened was, last year, a black one got very broody and wanted to have little chickens so she began to sit on every egg our Rhode Island Red, Lady Jane, laid. (She stopped laying eggs while trying to hatch those unfertilized eggs.) After several days of this I called up Farmer Jones and said I needed some hatching eggs because this crazy hen is setting on eggs that will never hatch. So Farmer Jones calls his friend who had some fresh fertilized eggs and I went over to get them.
Little Black Hen hatched out three babies and was very happy. She would cluck around all day long teaching her chicks how to find the best bugs and worms and they were growing nicely. Chickens always go back to the hen house in the evening to roost but Little Black Hen decided to take her chicks out to some unknown place in the yard or woods and we couldn’t find her to put her safely in the hen house. You guessed it! The food chain got the babies!
She went back to laying eggs. Then what should happen as the weather got hot this year? Little Black Hen is back to wanting to raise another family. I went to Farmer Jones but he didn’t have any hatching eggs, so I ended up coming home with 2 dozen fresh eggs and 2 new hens that will begin laying in July. This time I got another Rhode Island Red and a new chicken I didn’t know existed called a Rhode Island White that lays red eggs just like her sister.
I love to go to Farmer Jones’ farm. He is so much fun. He takes me back to my childhood where times were simpler and easier. I could sit and talk to Him for hours. I love the smell of the barn and the two cats looking for a mouse. You will hear the cackle of a hen laying her eggs and the sound of the rooster crowing. Some of the birds are in stalls in the barn and some are out in the field. It is all so wonderful. Farmer Jones, with the twinkle in his eye, his gray beard and his wonderful sense of humor, honesty and integrity has once again made my day.
I also have left his farm this time with instructions on how to get black hen off the nest and back to laying. It has been two days and we will possibly have to give it a few more but that gal needs to go back to laying. We sure do love farm fresh, range free eggs, but more than that, it’s the nostalgia of it all, the going back to a day gone by that makes it all so romantic—if there can be such a thing with chickens.
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