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What did the chicken do when it crossed the farm?

Jay Parks

August 2, 2017

I enjoy raising chickens, and they teach me life lessons.

My 300 chickens are Cornish Rocks. They’re not what you think of as Cornish chickens—the cute little Cornish Game Hens.

What I grow, Cornish Rock Chickens, are today’s typical commercial breed. They’ve been bred to grow amazingly fast.

They convert feed better than any other chicken on the market. Most chickens you eat in the store are about six or seven weeks old—that’s how fast these chickens grow.

Cornish Rocks love to eat. It’s amazing how much they love to eat.

My latest life lesson came about through using “chicken tractors.” A chicken tractor is a mobile chicken coup that holds 75 birds and allows me to move my flock from one spot to another spot on my land.

The chickens can eat all the grass and weeds they want, which amounts to about 15 percent of their diet. Chicken manure is 40 percent nitrogen. What does everybody want to put on their yard? Nitrogen.

The chickens are getting grass, which is what they want, and I’m getting fertilizer, which is what I want. What’s more, they’re doing weed control because the grass comes back faster than the weeds.

This approach creates a symbiosis based on the balance of nature. I’m leveraging what the chickens want to do for my benefit. I want beautiful dark green grass, and I’m not using commercial fertilizers to get it.

This is a healthier approach than traditional agricultural practices. The first thing that most farmers do is cut down all the trees and flatten out all the mountains because they don’t like that topography.

I show up and ask, “How can I have the chickens be happy and still give me what I want?”

Nature loves the balance of the chickens eating green stuff and me getting fertilizer.

In my life, how many times do I fight natural balance? I stretch against it, and I attempt the very thing that I abhor—cutting down all the trees and flattening out all the mountains.

What if I looked for balance at every turn? If I looked for balance in my relationship with my wife, my children, my employees, my friends, my church, and my food?

My love of strawberry cake is a case in point. A piece of strawberry cake every now and then is OK and even in balance. Eating a strawberry cake in its entirety is a bad idea. I’ve proven that to be true on several occasions.

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