“Chickens as housepets isn’t going to work out, I am thinking.”
LOL! Been there and done that. A couple of years ago, my husband found one tiny chicken in our barn. The hen was gone and there were no other little ones. He assumed this one had hatched after a fox or coyote had gotten the mom and siblings. Anyway, he thought it was a rooster and called him Rooster Cogburn. Turns out, he was a she, so he changed her name to Ruby Cogburn. Ruby grew up in the house in a pet carrier. When she was big enough to go outside, he would put her out during the day and brought her back into the carrier at night. Eventually she started staying out at night, too.
When she started laying eggs, she would come to the door, he would put her in the carrier where she laid her egg, then he would put her back out. She was paying for her room and board.
During the summer, if he sat on the porch in the evening, she would come and sit on him like a dog or cat. Unfortunately, Ruby got sick and died a couple of weeks ago. I felt like I should send a sympathy card to my husband.
As a kid, my dad raised chickens in the back yard. Mostly for eggs although we did have fried chicken a lot. Anyway, other than feeding them and cleaning out the coop, I know next to nothing about raising them.
What is the life span of a chicken, anyway? Assuming you don’t eat them.
Sweet story.. He does need a card.