Thursday, December 15, 2011

Three French Hens



Well, this picture reminds me again of my grandmother who raised chickens. We used to have to go in the hen house to get the eggs - that is, if the rooster would let us.

How about some little unknown facts about chickens? I found these fun facts at: http://shilala.homestead.com/chickenfacts.html There are more there, so be sure and take a look.

A chickens' body temperature normally runs at 102-103 degrees F.
A chickens' heart beats 280-315 times a minute.
It takes a hen 24-26 hours to lay an egg.
Grocery store chickens are 5-8 weeks old.
Americans consume 8 billion chickens a year.
Chickens were domesticated about 8000 years ago.
Chickens lay different colored eggs, from white, to brown, to green, to pink, to blue.
All domestic chickens can be genetically traced to Gallus Gallus, The Red Jungle Fowl.
A hen lives an average of 5-7 years, but can live up to 20 years. She'll lay eggs her entire life, with production decreasing every year from year one.
Alektorophobia is the name given to "The Fear of Chickens".

What I want to know is, who 8000 yrs ago thought of domesticating the chicken?
It would be fun to go to your grocery store and ask a clerk where they keep the Gallus Gallus, or to ask him to put your fryer in your basket because you have 'Alektorophobia.'

Since this blog isn't very Christmasy, here is a pic of our tree this year:
I was going to post a youtube video here, but google has changed the format and will not allow direct to the blog. That's 2 strikes I have against google. The list is growing. Anyway, here is the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpb9EbmvM5M&feature=related

7 comments:

Barbara said...

Our next-door neighbours have just started keeping chickens in their back garden. They have wonderful breed names like Leghorne, Silkies and Poland Blue. The cluck, cluck, cluck noises take me back to my years spent living on a farm. My dad was a farm worker and I loved the life when I was young – even the mud! Not sure I would enjoy it so much now. You have a very pretty tree by the way.

Elizabeth Maginnis said...

I love the sound of clucking chickens. Thanks for the smile, Donna! Your house looks so festive, too!

Donna Yates said...

Barbara, what a wonderful way to grow up. I'm not sure I'd like a neighbor having chickens though.

Elizabeth, it is something you never forget - the cluck, cluck, clucking of chickens.

Thank you both for your comments.

The Desert Rocks said...

Your decorations are lovely. I've noticed my last name and the word for French, Gauls or Gallic as in Northern Europeans and Gallo which is Spanish for rooster seem to be Latin derived words that all sound the same.Plus it was the Old English word for Jail. I guess chickens feel like they're in jail thanks to those roosters! Funny thing is I was born in the year of the rooster--so I know! LOL

Donna Yates said...

omg, The Desert Rocks, that is so funny. What a set of strange coincidences. I loved this. Thanks for sharing.

Joleene Naylor said...

Your tree looks SO Christmassy! Love it :)

When I was a kid, a lady in our church raised chickens on her farm. We used to visit her and she'd let us help her gather eggs and such. We thought it was great fun then, LOL!

Donna Yates said...

Joleene, thank you for this comment! I love hearing stories from others. It does seem fun when you're a child, unless the darn rooster is in a bad mood. lol