“Peep, peep!” Sorry, chickens, but this city girl can’t understand you, and our readers won’t either. The pet chickens want to share their life stories, but they can’t communicate beyond small (adorable) peeps, so I’ll give a retelling in English.

Our family purchased a rural Alberta property at an auction during the winter, not knowing what all it would hold. As we spent more time there and explored when the snow melted, we discovered that the disheveled coop and fenced area were intact, complete with equipment to provide feed and water chickens. It didn’t feel worth the effort to dismantle the empty structure, and we dreamed about cultivating our own eggs. However, we didn’t think we could ever live out of town full time to keep animals. Cue Covid-19, when work was tied to a laptop instead of an office building, and the monotonous days called for a hobby. The joke about taking up pet chickens became a real possibility.
You wouldn’t have to look far to purchase chicken for, well, eating, but finding living ones was beyond us at the time, let alone knowing how to tend for them. Research ensued and in the process of buying supplies, we met a local farmer that had chicks for sale and was willing to give advice to us first-timers. We bought ten chicks that were over a month old, including blue, buff, lavender and red chicks (which we discovered are what the various colours are called–see all the varieties on Wikipedia).
We learned about the chickens as we got to know them, realizing afterwards how they grew and changed with time. They became more familiar with us and would run to the gate when we approached, and some became more comfortable with being picked up. The buffs, the bullies, still detest human attention, and perhaps because I’ve never pet them, their under-fluffies appear to be the softest.
They took time to get used to their coop, opting to sleep outside for the first while. They have a varied appetite, eating bugs and even frogs in addition to the grainy feed we give them. Quickly the green, overgrown fenced area was reduced to prickly weeds as they ate what they wanted and skirted what they didn’t. If you compare the background of the early pictures to the recent footage in my video, you can see how the area changed. If you follow me on Instagram, watch the video there, but here’s an embed for everyone else:
It hasn’t been all fun and games, however. We have had one casualty during one of the freakishly hot heatwave days. We believe it was dehydrated or overheated, and it was the smallest one, as is nature’s way. We moved the water trough to ensure everyone was drinking and added shade to the enclosure. The remaining nine have stayed well since, fortunately. May it stay that way.

The chickens have yet to lay eggs, not that they’re all hens. The waiting and research is all part of the fun! We still aren’t experts or farmers, but we are city folk with a little traditional experience true to our Albertan roots. It’s humbling to know all that we don’t know and add to our respect for the farmers and producers that keep us fed.
These city folks are spending less time in the city, preferring the rural lifestyle we got used to. The chickens’ peeps and shuffles are now a normal part of the landscape, and one day, we hope to get a good morning “cock-a-doodle-do.” Hopefully it’ll be followed by a meal with home-grown eggs! Stay tuned for updates and an invitation to breakfast.
By Shelby M


