My family's history of raising chickens.

It seems that I have been raising chickens at home for as long as I can remember. There was no place to sell eggs in the village at that time. If you want to buy eggs, you must go to the market three miles away from our village every Friday to buy eggs. Because it is inconvenient to buy eggs, my mother has always insisted on raising chickens by herself, so it is more convenient to eat eggs at ordinary times, and the leftovers will not be wasted every day, which can be used to feed chickens.

When I was young, every year after the Qingming Festival, people would go to the village to sell chickens. When I arrive in Xia Zhishi, my mother will buy 10-20 chickens. It's warmer now, and the survival rate of chicks is higher. First, put the bought chickens in a big carton, feed them with millet and water for a few days, and then put them in my yard for free-range breeding when they adapt to the new environment. In winter, the newly bought chickens grow up, leaving the hens to lay eggs, the strongest roosters to breed, and the remaining roosters will be killed to eat meat during the New Year.

The process of raising chickens is not always smooth, especially in spring and autumn, there is always chicken plague in the village. Every time there is a chicken plague, there are always a few chickens at home who can't survive and die early. Later, village veterinarians will distribute medicines to chicken families, grind them into powder and mix them in chicken feed to prevent bird flu.

There used to be about ten hens laying eggs at home. Every spring, one or two hens come to "hold their nests", that is, hens lie on eggs every day, trying to hatch chicks. At this time, my mother will prepare a wicker basket, spread a thick layer of wheat straw on the bottom of the basket, and put more than a dozen eggs on the wheat straw for the hens to hatch. 2 1 days later, the chickens will hatch, and the hens will lead the newly hatched chickens everywhere to find food.

At this time, the hen is very brave. When someone comes near them, the hen's neck hair will stand up, spread its wings, and give a warning sound of "goo goo" in its mouth, ready to attack people at any time. Once a chicken fell into the basin and screamed "Ji Ji". I hurried to save the chicken, but the hen mistakenly thought I was going to hurt its baby, which led me to be pecked several times by the hen eager to protect the baby.

When I was a child, I liked to feed chickens and let them peck the food in my hand. Every time I appear in the yard, there will always be a large group of chickens who suddenly "shout" and beg for food from me. I will always meet their needs and grab a handful of wheat or corn to feed them.

Sometimes I tease them deliberately. I reached out empty-handed and clenched my fist. When some chickens surrounded my fist, I opened my fist. They will find that I have been cheated and have nothing to eat. Sometimes I have food in my hand, and I will grab the chicken and hold it in my arms when it is eating something in my hand. When my mother sees it, she will say that I "hold the chicken in my arms every day".

The first time I wrote a composition in the third grade of primary school, it was about my rooster. Maybe my first composition was too good. The teacher said I copied it, and I cried for a long time. Later, when I was in grade three, I was asked to write a composition. I wrote an "Apple", and the teacher also said that I copied it. As soon as I came into contact with writing, I was beaten by the teacher one after another. My enthusiasm for writing has long since dissipated and I don't want to express my true thoughts. I want to write essays and diaries according to the regulations of the school, but also to deal with them hastily and hide my true feelings.

Later, when I was in college, I had QQ. I didn't keep a diary or talk in my QQ space. Sometimes I want to write, but I can't write anything. It seems that I feel a little numb and have no feeling about what is happening around me. I am determined to write this year. I hope I can stick to it and discover my writing talent as a child.

Now someone in the village has opened a chicken farm, which is much more convenient to buy eggs. Few villages can raise chickens. Because people in the village like to keep chickens free-range, they let a group of chickens run around the yard, resulting in chicken manure everywhere. If you are not careful, you will step on a "mine".

Now there are two old hens at home who have been raised for ten years. These two chickens are too old. They have been hiding in the henhouse and won't run around the yard except going out to eat at noon every day when it is warm. I think their lives will soon come to an end. When these two chickens die, the history of raising chickens in my family will be over.

This year is the Year of the Rooster. Maybe the history of raising chickens in my family will end this year. The material has become rich, and it seems that I can't find the feeling of raising chickens.