Each fall we butcher part of our flock of layers to end up with about six to overwinter. We have a flock that is always in a state of rotation. Each spring we get a few new chicks and each fall we cull older birds and poor layers to get down to our optimum number of six. It works great as chickens lay best in the first two years. After that they start to slow down. That two-year limit also works good you as far as eating goes as well, as after two years they really limited in their use to stewing and stock.
This year we procrastinated our last butcher cycle. We knew we wanted to get rid of three birds, but were having troubles deciding who was on that last list of the year. The hens were laying unusually well even though the days were getting shorter. We only had one poor layer who was on the short list. We only had one hen was on the too old list. We kept on talking and debating who the third one should be. No single bird rose to the top of the list of the remaining birds. We thought with time it would become obvious to us.
We were lulled into thinking we had plenty of time to get down to our magical number. This fall was unusually warm. It seemed like winter was a long time away. So we continued to put off the decision who to put on our final list of the year. We did not feel the clock ticking because as long as we can run a hose, we can butcher. I know Grandma’s from years gone by probably butchered year round, but I am not quite as tough as her.
Finally we went from late summer to a full-blown winter. Cold sub-zero and lots of snow. We had a snow storm that gave us the most snow in a single snow fall in 10 years. It seems that our procrastination paid off big for our birds. That debate on who should be number three, resulted in us having nine birds for the winter this year.