Name – Sweetie
DOB – February 29th, 2016
Breed – Ameraucana
Nickname – OHMYGODWHATAREYOUDOING??!!!
A few weeks ago when I went to pick up some fertilized eggs from chicken breeder Barb Dodington I picked up something else. Sweetie.
And Sweetie’s been trying to kill herself ever since. More on that in a moment.
The day I went to pick up my fertilized Olive Egger eggs I had no idea what I was walking into. It was barn after barn of chickens. Some of them were romping through the yard, some of them in coops, some of them in cages … all of it carefully planned out according to breeding, hatching and playing.
I suspect there was also some sort of magic going on because I had my mind pretty much made up as I drove there. I wasn’t coming home with a chicken. Was NOT. Only eggs.
I came home with a chicken.
And 3 more eggs than I meant to.
As an actual farmer I’d be a total failure. I’d keep every chick, goat, horse, cow, worm, snail, or spider born. I would keep no centipedes. All centipedes would die from the globally accepted form of centipede murder … a shoe to the head. Funeral proceedings would follow, which consist of picking up the now deceased, yet still writhing centipede, with half a roll of toilet paper with your arm stretched out as far as possible in front of you while making gagging sounds and hyperventilating just a little bit as you flush it’s still jerking legs down the toilet.
The Lineage and Genes
Black Split for lavender – this means even though Sweetie is black, she has the gene for lavender in her and if I were to breed her with a lavender rooster there would be a 50/50 chance she’d produce lavender chicks. If I bred her with a black rooster with the lavender gene, there’d be a 25% chance she’d produce lavender chicks.
She has a pure black grandfather that came from Tom Kernan in New Jersey, who breeds championship Ameraucanas.
Her grandfather was Champion AOSB at the Clinton Fair in 2016.
Her lavender roots come from Clif Redden in Kansas, current Ameraucana Breeders Club president
So Sweetie’s lineage is far more refined than my own. I come from the hardy stock of swingers and boozers.
I would have come home with a Silkie as well but luckily Barb saw me sneaking out with one on my head like a hat and told me I couldn’t have it. Apparently they weren’t old enough, or sexed yet or for sale, or blah, blah, blah. Whatever.
So all I made it out with, was Sweetie.
And 8 fertilized eggs of course.
Sweetie will also be known as chicken 416 as per her ankle bracelet because she’s official. And possibly under house arrest.
The second I got her home I knew Sweetie was the cutest thing in the world. And like most cute things on this earth, she is made up of 25% cute, 74% rabid, freakish, devil-monster and 1% clown.
Within the first week Sweetie had jumped up and down on top of Josephine as she sat on her eggs, jumped up and down on Mabel as she sat on her *imaginary* eggs (Mabel is broody too), She also got stuck in the 3″ wide space between the coop hardware cloth and my fence, flattened like a pancake. If you’re familiar with cooking terms she looked like a spatchcock.
In my moment of panic I tried to heave and move the chicken coop. The entire thing. Like I thought I was a tractor. So, no, that didn’t work.
Instead I had to run around looking for a pair of wire cutters to literally cut her out of the spot, stick my hand under her and let her drop into it.
Now I have to repair that entire side of my coop so raccoons and skunks don’t get in to finish the job of killing herself that Sweetie started.
Look at her. Just look at her. That is the look of chicken remorse with a touch of … but look how cute I am … sucker.
So yes. I just went out for some eggs and came home with all this. Story of my life. Once I went out for a snow shovel and came home with a car. True story.
And you know what? She’s Cuddly.