Once Upon a Flock: Life with My Soulful Chickens
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Once Upon a Flock: Life with My Soulful Chickens stars Scheuer’s backyard chickens—with their big personalities, friendships, rivalries, and secrets—and the flock’s guardian, Marky the terrier. The flock includes Hatsy, the little dynamo; Lil’White, the deranged and twisted Buff Orpington; Pigeon, the fixer-upper chicken; and Lucy, the special-needs hen who bonds with Lauren and becomes a fast friend.
This charming story of Lauren’s life with her quirky flock is filled with moments of humor and heartbreak: When Lucy is afflicted with a neurological disease, Lauren builds Lucy a special-needs coop. When Lucy’s nesting instinct leads
Lauren to act as a chicken midwife of sorts, Lauren hatches a chick in her home. And when Lucy’s best friend Hatsy falls ill, Lauren finds an unlikely friend for Lucy in a chicken named Pigeon, who requires an emergency bath and blow-dry. Enthusiastically immersing herself in the world of her flock, Lauren discovers that love, loss, passion, and resilience are not only parts of the human experience, but of the chicken experience as well. Throughout it all, Lauren documents the laughter and drama of her flock’s adventures with her own whimsical photos and illustrations. At once humorous, poignant, and informative, Once Upon a Flock is a feathered tale like no other.
Lauren Scheuer
Lauren Scheuer studied art at UCLA, and has since illustrated over two dozen kids' books. Currently obsessed with her small flock of hens, Lauren regularly writes and illustrates true tales of suspense and intrigue in her popular chicken blog, ScratchandPeck.
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Reviews for Once Upon a Flock
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A delightful read!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was written with a lot of humor and love. It displays the highlights of keeping chickens as pets, as well as all the mishaps suffered along the way — some small, some utterly devastating. I laughed a lot through this book, but also shed a few tears. Overall, I would highly recommend this tale to anyone who enjoys (or would like to enjoy) some backyard poultry.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5real life chicken-raising experiences, with delightful illustrations.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a sweet little book about the author's experience with a small backyard flock of chickens. From building a coop to teaching her dog to accept the chickens as family, the tale is told with humor and compassion. Makes me want chickens!
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Once Upon a Flock - Lauren Scheuer
1
Backyard Makeover
With a yard like ours, there is little reason ever to be indoors. Our home in Massachusetts is surrounded by forest, with classic New England granite ledges and boulders and wetlands. When our daughter, Sarah, was small, we hunted blueberries.
We dissected owl pellets, caught garter snakes, and built leafy homes for pet caterpillars. We scooped tadpoles and tiny frogs out of the vernal pool in the woods and raised them in an aquarium on our back stoop.
We adopted Marky the terrier, an independent fellow who also enjoys outdoor adventures in all seasons.
While Marky patrolled the yard and the forest, Sarah and I continued to explore and create. We made forts out of sticks, and we hung rope swings from the trees. As my girl grew, so did our building projects. I built a tree platform for Sarah and her friends, and I was thrilled to find a new use for my beloved collection of power tools.
Back when Danny and I were newlyweds in Boston and were graduating from milk crates and trash-day sidewalk finds to respectable grown-up furnishings, I had made many a bookshelf and table with these old tools.
For a while, when I had no idea what to do with my newly acquired fine art degree, I considered furniture making as a career.
Then I took some woodworking classes in which I learned that I should not consider furniture making as a career. My attention span is too short. I can never find a ruler or a level when I need one, so my final product ends up looking a lot like the five-second sketch I did just before starting to build whatever it was I just sketched. The excitement for me is in making a sketch of a chair and then turning it into a real live chair that I can sit on. To sketch a bookcase, and then—voilà!
A real bookcase is born. And really, who needs a ruler and a level when you’ve got a few hundred drywall screws and a big tub of wood putty? I possess the talent to skillfully disguise my mistakes, no matter how huge.
The tree platform I built for Sarah and her friends was so liberating that way.
Fine details were unnecessary. The kids didn’t stand back and critique my work; they just climbed all over it. They wanted pulleys and ropes and ladders and more pulleys. So that’s what I gave them, along with trapdoors and secret compartments.
It was a solid structure, albeit a little precarious, perched eight or nine feet above a rocky outcropping. So as a precaution I threatened to punish anybody who got hurt.
I stretched a zip line from one end of the yard to the other, again with the threat of severe punishment for any broken bones or concussions. As a result, we had no serious injuries or deaths, and for many years this backyard was a mecca of colorful adventures and activity.
Then one day, totally without warning, Sarah grew up. She retreated to her room and began morphing into a teenager—the sedentary, electronic type.
Carpenter ants and paper wasps took up residence in the tree platform and went to work reducing it to mulch. A forest of tiny pine trees sprouted in the sandbox. The zip line rusted and sagged. Soccer balls and hula hoops disappeared under autumn leaves.
I stood alone, slump shouldered, in my echoing wasteland of a yard. Well, I wasn’t totally alone. My faithful canine whacked the back of my leg with his squeaky toy.
Marky was always ready for fun, but at that moment I wasn’t. And besides, Marky only wanted to play his own game, with his own rules. And he always won.
Eventually he dropped his toy and chased a chipmunk into the old woodpile. Something had to change. My yard needed a serious jump start.
I thought about my friend Patricia, who lives down the road and whose yard is full of life. Whenever I visit Patricia, she and I wander among her perennials. We sip tea and discuss the year’s tomato crop. In her yard, children frolic, sheep graze, and colorful chickens drift in and out of the garden. In Patricia’s yard, the sun shines brighter and the grass is always greener.
I didn’t necessarily want to have a farm. I’ve never pined for a flock of sheep, nor have I ever felt great desire for a herd of children.
Chickens, on the other hand . . . Chickens might be just what I needed. Chickens would bring my yard back to life. I would get my own flock of wonderful birds, and my family would come skipping out into the sunlight to enjoy them with me. And even if my family never emerged, I would have a bunch of birds to call my own. The thought delighted me.
And fresh eggs! My birds would give me eggs—what a bonus! Backyard eggs would be my ticket out of the factory farm conundrum. No longer would I have to buy supermarket eggs and feel guilty about it, knowing that the chickens who produced them had most likely never seen sunshine or enjoyed fresh grass or bugs.
If all these reasons weren’t enough, my flock of chickens would necessitate a new building project. I would design and build the perfect coop.
It didn’t take much chatting with Patricia to get me hooked on the idea. She assured me that raising chickens was both easy and fun. As a matter of fact, Patricia was thinking of getting some new chicks in the spring too. So we planned our order together and discussed a schedule.
If we ordered our chicks to arrive in February, they would grow up and lay eggs by the end of the summer. That sounded good to me. February was three months away, plenty of time to study and plan and learn all I could.
I began with the coop.
2
The Coop
Chicken coop. A simple concept.
Once I had scanned a few library books and chicken websites, I pretty much had the gist. The coop and henhouse keep the chickens safe from predators. In the henhouse, chickens roost by night and lay eggs by day. In the coop, they scratch and peck and take in the fresh air and sunshine and wait impatiently for me to come and let them out. I tore open a fresh ream of paper, picked up a pencil, and started drawing.
Sketches flew.
I pulled ideas from exotic tales,
faraway lands,
art genres,
Greek drama and ancient empires,
and my favorite foods.
Ideas came faster than I could scribble them down.
Sketches stacked up on the kitchen table and blew across the kitchen floor.
I stirred pasta with one hand and drew coops with the other.
Danny and Sarah stepped over piles of coop books and shuffled across mounds of drawings, and wisely kept on walking. They were familiar with my tendency to obsess and watched from a safe distance.
I hadn’t really discussed the chicken plan with my family. We’re not the family-meeting type. But since so much evidence had accumulated, it was certainly not a secret, and I felt that if they had any concerns, they could attempt to discuss them with me. And if they chose never to chat about it with me, then hey . . . No conflict? No problem.
In my free time I wandered through lumberyards, breathing deeply the smell of fresh sawdust and examining lengths and grades of pine and plywood. I visited the local hardware store to fondle latches, bolts, and hinges. I hunted down the most economical materials, and I planned my coop’s dimensions based on the length of wood that could squeeze into my Honda Fit: eight feet max from hatchback to dashboard. With these restrictions, I came up with just the right design.
Attractive, sturdy, and with wheels on one end so I could move it around the yard. Secure, easy to clean, and with a doorway just wide enough to fit my wheelbarrow.
Perfect for a small flock.
3
Chickens 101
February crept up, and suddenly it was time to place the chick order. I swept aside mountains of coop sketches in order to barrel into this chicken thing.
It was more complicated than I had expected.
There were so many breeds to choose from, and so many considerations. Fancy birds are not necessarily the best egg layers. Silkies and Sebrights and bantams can be tricky to raise and care for in a mixed flock. And those hens with the big poufs on their heads? I read that they can’t see a darn thing—they tend to run around bumping into walls.
Really, I just wanted a few colorful egg-laying chickens. Nothing fancy. But even among basic chickens, there are dozens and dozens of breeds to choose from. These chickens were going to be my living lawn ornaments, so color was the first consideration. They had to complement the peony and the coneflower, the sedum and the phlox. I wanted a variety of birds, I wanted good layers, and I needed hens that wouldn’t freeze to death in a New England winter.
I settled on a black,