My Cat House
No folks I haven’t
set up any illegal businesses and lowered the integrity of the farm. Dad always
used to say he thought about opening up a cat house but figured he would have
to run it by hand for a while and so he never really thought it was an option. Dad
said a lot of things and most are not very appropriate, but then his filter wasn’t
the best and whatever was on his mind spilled out of his mouth. At that you always
knew where you stood with him at the moment.
My cat house
started out to be a chicken hutch to lay eggs in so that the neighbor dog
wouldn’t be able to get to them. The dog still gets the eggs and the chickens
despite having been the first ones in the hutch, have never been back to use it
since I built it. Instead the cats use it to lounge around in. it is a simple 6
hole hutch. I had used a cat carrier before and the chickens used it quite
frequently, and it still sits there with a raincoat over the top close to the
side of my house. This was way too convenient and worked for quite awhile. It
was nice I would hear the chickens cackling and soon I could go outside and
collect enough eggs for an omelet and the hens were quite regular with their
offerings. My return offering was the eggshells back and some bird feed mix I use
for everything avian on the farm. The hens were fed and happy and would follow
me around the farm waiting for me to unearth other morsels of goodness like
worms and grubs when I would turn over a shovel full of dirt. They would jump
right in where I was digging and begin scratching to get whatever they could
come up with. They still do that, but the egg laying has gone elsewhere and is
forcing me to go search for the eggs.
The hutch was
supposed to be a remedy to this problem and I still have hopes to make it a
dream come true by some way. I guess it too open for the hens to use, and doesn’t
afford the privacy one needs when pushing a basketball through your ass. No wonder
they cackle after. I mean when one looks at the egg laying process it is quite remarkable
to do on a regular basis like that daily. And that pretty much seem to be
something you can count on. They are amazing animals I am becoming more
familiar with as I grow older. When younger I just took for granted our
chickens and what it took to make eggs on a regular basis, besides feeding and
collecting and making sure they had water. Still there are so may things I still
don’t know about chickens, and maybe there is a part of me that refuses to
search for the answers since I like eggs so much.
I think that I
had trouble with growing up on the farm and being schooled in nature before
thoughts of creationism were able to flood my fertile mind. Watching a dog in
heat, a bull riding a cow, and other methods of copulation that nature has to
offer allows a young person to observe how nature’s mates interact with each
other to produce offspring. Answers came and they were contradictory to what I was
learning from religion. I was observing pure science, and realizing, that no
one but the animals involved were doing what was necessary to create offspring.
No one else or any spiritual connection was involved. I kept an open mind and
still have entertained thoughts that somewhere in this universe an overwhelming
power is guiding our civilization. That is till I hear Donald Trump speak on
something and then think, crap, there goes that theory. Still I have always had
problems just understanding how a rooster could flog a chicken from that angle
and still make a fertile egg . Logistically it doesn’t work out.
He is on top of
her flapping his wings much like the old rooster did to my tennis shoes one
time when I left them on the porch. I never wore those shoes gain or left
others outside to suffer the same conflagration of unbridled sexual frustration
as that rooster did when he impaled himself on my tennis shoes. The sight still
haunts my mind. Yet I know the male rooster has parts much like me and, the
female also has parts like a woman,, but still anatomically they don’t match. Or
at least I don’t think they do, or maybe they do. I am still back at eggs and
need to quit thinking and accepting things as they are. Otherwise I may never
eat an egg again. My mind gets carried away at times and I can be a little
fickle about those things. I guess I understand nuclear fission as well as I do
chicken breeding and should just be comfortable with that.
I just know I like
eggs and I liked that they were laying close to the house, but I think my
chicken hutch/ cat house isn’t the answer and I need to revisit some older
ideas and maybe transition the hens to the chicken house as they should be. The
hens are a bit reluctant to hang out there since losing some of their own to a
raccoon one night that broke in there and dragged half of them away. I can
imagine the place has some bad memories for them and that atmosphere out there
may not be the best for laying eggs. They have never spent another night in
that place since that fateful night. Getting the hens back out there may be a problem.
It is a nice roomy place but I guess I need to beef up the security there if I ever
think I could get them to spend another night there or lay their eggs there at least.
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