At 1737 Urban Homestead, we like to think of ourselves as a soft landing place for plants, people, and apparently… poultry in need of early retirement.
This past week, Jordan came home with two unexpected additions to our feathered family. Where did they come from, you ask? Oh, just your typical post-Easter hen rescue. You know, the usual.
This story begins with a sweet woman who received two baby chicks from her church on Easter Sunday. After all, nothing says He is Risen like a surprise pet. While the gesture was well-intentioned, reality set in fast. Chicks grow up and peep no more. They demand attention, feed, and a general tolerance for sass. She quickly realized that while her faith was strong, her patience for poultry was not.
Enter Jordan: homestead hero, chicken whisperer, and sucker for a good cluck tale.
He welcomed the girls with open arms and a safe cardboard box. He brought them back to the homestead. Here, we already host a fabulous flock of four Buff Orpington divas—Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia. The new ladies? One is a fellow Buff Orpington. Clearly, we have a type. The other is possibly a Golden Wyandotte with strong opinions. She has a fluffy behind to match.
They’re still in quarantine for now. We like to call it the “spa retreat” phase. Soon, they’ll be making their grand debut in our luxurious chicken coop: Shady Pines Retirement Home. (Yes, it’s named after that Shady Pines. If you know, you know.)
We can already hear the clucks of drama unfolding. Will Dorothy welcome her new roommate or give her the side-eye across the roost? Will Blanche feel threatened by a younger, possibly shinier hen? Will Sophia tell it like it is, as always?
Only time—and a few handfuls of scratch—will tell.
In the meantime, we’re just grateful that these two ladies found their forever home with us. At 1737 Urban Homestead, no chicken gets left behind. Especially not if she’s got flair, feathers, and a flair for feathers.
Stay tuned for updates from Shady Pines and the ongoing saga of our backyard Golden Girls. Because when it comes to urban homesteading, we’re just winging it—literally.
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