The chickens, which had taken an outsized role in our lives, are all gone now. I will try to recap. They ate and pooped and grew to very large size. We had to make new feeders and waterers to keep up.
About the middle of January one of them got injured. We're guessing it was an owl that lives nearby and attacked through the mesh. It was in pretty sorry shape and needed to be put down. Carmen and Amber were not keen on doing it after
last time, so I got to be the executioner this time.
At some point Carmen's teachers finally started helping a little and they came to help find which chickens were the best to show at the rodeo.
They eventually narrowed it down to 3 and an alternate. It had been very rainy and the chickens were all filthy, so Carmen gave her chosen ones a bath the night before the competition.
The judging was during the day on the 30th, so Carmen got all dressed up and Amber took her and the chickens to the arena.
Carmen had some friends help her show her chickens.
She ended getting 14th, somewhere in the middle of the pack, which we considered a victory for not knowing what we were doing.
It wasn't enough to get her into the auction, unfortunately, so we still had over 30 chickens we needed to get rid of. Carmen and Olivia went to New York City on an orchestra trip, and it wasn't until after they got back that the ag teacher was able to arrange for someone to come buy the chickens from us. It was kind of fun to have the them, but we were not too sad to see them go.
But the best part of the whole story is that when I got home from work that day, I looked under the trampoline and there, by itself, was one lone chicken. I called Amber, who had rushed off to take Olivia to the doctor in Kingwood, and she couldn't believe it. They had missed one somehow.
That was Monday, the first day of February break, and we were leaving on Tuesday for a little staycation in the west Houston area. The guy who bought the chickens couldn't make the drive back. We weren't interested in slaughtering it that night, so Amber finally found a local butcher shop that would take the live chicken as a donation.
We boxed it up, and Tuesday morning on our drive out for our trip, we took a slight detour to drop off the last chicken.