Yup, those are the "frankenchickens" I have to say...altho they DO grow grotesquely fast...and poo WAY more than a regular chicken....man oh man, you can't beat the meat on these suckers! Mine should dress out at about 5 or 6 pounds each. I plan to leave a few of the larger ones whole...for roasting when we have company....cut up a few for fryers, and can the rest. I am thinking ONE chicken will get me 4 quarts easily. So, with 15 birds....we should have at least 50 meals.
Those are yum yum gimme sum good!!
FF, I have been known to...um...not quite make it to the house. Maybe THATS why we dont have issues with predators around the coops.
Hey, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go!! I like the bucket idea. Im gonna have to get me one now....you know, for the garden.
ETA:
Today the lambs and the wee one, ( half pint) got thier CDT shots. The vet gave me the bottle, needles, and syringe. :/ And a boost of confidence that I could do this. So, I called my neighbor.
She came over to help with the shots. She wasn't brave enough to administer them, but held the lambs so I could give the shots. First was Albert.:/ He is such a little stinker...every time I would get him in the stall, he would jump over the stall door, and scram out! I was finally able to get him in there, and knee sit him, for the neighbor to hold him. I drew the shot, and stuck him. He was very calm...and all went well. Then Laura. She is such a trusting soul. I called her to me, and she came right in. The neighbor now knowing how to knee sit them...was able to get Laura in position...and I was able to inject her as well. She was very calm...and just sat there untill I was done.
Then...we moved on to my sweet little Half pint. The pygmy. The neighbor picked her up, and held her in her arms...looked at the needle, and said..." Your actually gonna stick THAT in HER!?" OK, I already was feeling a little scared because of her size. The lambs are about 35 or 40 pounds...Half Pint MIGHT be 3 pounds. So, I settled the neighbor..and felt for loose skin in half pint. Well, the way the neighbor was holding her, I couldnt get the skin pulled. She was holding her in a "protective, motherly way"
So, I asked her to sit on a bale of straw...and let Half pint rest in her lap. I was able then to get the skin pulled, and stuck her. Poor little Half Pint whimpered...not once, but TWICE! Just 2 little short whimpers. My eyes filled with tears, and I looked at my neighbor, who was almost bawling! Oh great, make ME feel like the mean one! She pulled Half Pint in close, like a baby, and talked to her hugging and soothing her. I then took Half Pint and gave her kisses and hugs...and let he back with her momma. It was only a few seconds later, I saw the blood! I almost panicked...seeing blood on my little one. I grabbed her up, got a cotton ball and Iodine from the Med. bag...and dabbed it on. The neighbor took her from me and hugged her close, talking to her, like a child. After a few seconds, I convinced the neighbor that Half Pint was OK, and she let her down with Pebbles again. The blood stopped...and Half Pint was jumping from bales of straw to the floor, like nothing happened.
Unfortunately...I have to repeat this in 21 days! Im not sure I can do Half Pint again....I might have to call in backup. Her little whimpers just broke my heart.
when I was a child!! We used to go on vacation with my grandpa who constantly drank a beer while driving, never seemed to pee and only stopped when he "needed some gas". This was further aggravated when he installed TWO extra gas tanks to the truck. 
