The Blog at Treats for Chickens

Hello! Hey there. Dawn here and today I have some big news. IF Treats for Chickens were a house the “news” might look like the photo below. But we are not a house. So I'm going about this a little differently.  Treats for Chickens is for sale.  Oof, I get a little weepy, mostly very excited, but after 14 years it’s time to pass the baton: Treats for Chickens is for sale and looking for it’s next owner. What does this mean for you and your chickens, your orders? Right now, nothing. For the immediate future: I don’t know exactly...

Hi there! Dawn here.  I have a rat in my coop storage that is crapping the largest rat craps I have ever seen. I first saw them there on the floor I truly didn't know what they were. At least not until I bent down and upon further inspection (which by the way) is when the stink of their special morsels hit my nasal passages as well.  Then I started looking around. Little nibbles here and there munched into bags of treats there on the shelves. One discovery lead to the next. The scene of the crime continued to unfold....

At times, I’ve thought that social media can be such a pain in the arse. Most of us are addicted to our phones. I know I am. The dopamine hit feels oh-so good. And depleting AF. But yet this little social media app and its mega/meta cousin have brought us together for a hell of a lot of experiences: chickens to start with, then Dell, a few weddings, lots of travel, small business behind-the-scenes, a chicken barn into a custom home, new chicks, the loss of hens and the one that’s still hard to say out loud: Charlie. It’s been...

Charles Russell Charlie. Char-Lee. Choch. Wee-Wee. Rest in Peace Buddy. You were 8 weeks and I was 36 when Dennis very specifically picked you ‘for his soft eyes’. He said your job was to keep me safe. To keep an eye on me when we moved to Weed in 2010. Good job Buddy, You did a good job. 14 years of you by my side: 24/7/365. Always watching me. Right there. Steps away. Always in sight. Me always watching you too - those soft and joyful eyes. Nothing is the same. The house is empty. Meals are silent. Nights are...