Chicken Doula

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This time, when it came to birth, I was not all that involved.

This time it was at the farm. Where, ironically, it seems the most natural place for birth to occur.

This time, it was chickens.

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The staff at the farm carefully selected the eggs. They kept them warm for 21 days, checking the humidity levels and temperature multiple times a day.

Then came Birthing Day at the farm.

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The day before, we started hearing the peeps from inside the incubator. We saw a couple of the eggs had little pecked holes, from the inside. The next morning, they were really starting to crack open their little shells. Then they lay exhausted and wet on the grated bottom floor.

Even chicken birth isn’t all that glamorous.

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The little fluff balls now are parading around their new little space, mostly staying under the spotlight of the heat lamp. Every day when we drop Marc off at work, and pick Marc up, we have to go check on the chickies.

(Also, Gabrielle dutifully feeds the farm cats each a bundle of catnip.)

I love that Gabrielle gets to see life unfolding like this. Tonight as I was putting her to bed, she mournfully said that she had never seen a lady push out a baby in real life. But then she added, to make up for her loss, that she had seen baby chicks push themselves out of their egg.

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I was quite happy to watch the chicken hatching and not be the chicken doula per se. The managers were up several times throughout the night checking on them. Such dedication, and these fluffy little guys sure appreciated it!

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Then we came to pick Marc up from the farm and check on the chicks and Marc pulled out a surprise for Gabrielle.

Her very own bird’s nest.

It blew down from a cedar tree. Gabrielle gathered all her Easter eggs (which she is hoarding) and insisted on paper cranes to sit on the eggs.

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Then she got to be her own bird doula and help the chickies hatch out of their nest.

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(This picture is her rushing after the birds called her cell phone and told her that they were in labour…. something got confused in the translation.)

Glad I don’t have to help babies out of eggs!

I think I’ll just stick to being a regular doula, thanks.

About Amanda

Living a simple quiet life on the Gulf Islands, BC.

4 Thoughts on “Chicken Doula

  1. Danielle on 5 May, 2014 at 6:50 pm said:

    I’m pretty sure I have the best niece on the planet. I love that she celebrates birth and life. In every picture she looks happy and content and that warms my heart and makes me so happy. Hopefully we can bring Hannah to see the chickens in June when we visit!

  2. She is just as sweet as can be that girl of yours! The chickens we hatched and raised made a huge impression on Naia and she still remembers it from almost a year ago. New life, there is nothing quite like it!

  3. What an amazing education, Gabrielle is receiving through your doula work and taking such an interest in everything from gardening to hatching and feeding chicks!

  4. sandi on 6 May, 2014 at 6:51 pm said:

    Oh how you make me laugh! Always and ever, we laugh together! Thank you, Chicken Doula.

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