Hy-Line Brown Chickens are a genetically created auto-sexing hybrid, which was developed for superior egg laying. They are quiet, passive, non-flighty birds, and are well suited for the backyard and farm production.
According to Hy-Line International, "Hy-Line Brown is the world’s most balanced brown egger. She produces over 320 rich brown eggs to 74 weeks, peaks in the mid-90’s and begins lay early with optimum egg size. These traits combined with a frugal appetite, the best interior egg quality in the market and excellent livability give the Hy-Line Brown the perfect balance."
Hy-Line International is the world's largest producer of chicks for the egg-laying industry and embryos for vaccinations. They are leaders in the creation of new chicken breeds, created through genetic manipulation to increase egg production, provide greater disease resistance, improved egg quality and superior livability.
Varieties (Single Comb:) Red hens with white flecking and white roosters with red flecking.
Weights: 5 - 8 lbs
Personality: Friendly and calm.
Preferred climate: Any
Handles confinement: Yes
Egg production: Excellent (5/week)
Egg color: Brown
Egg size: Jumbo
What else you should know:
As chicks, the Hy-Line chicken is sex-linkable. This means the males and females can be told apart by color. Females will hatch a buffy-red, and males will hatch white.
Hens may feather peck, if they do not have enough space.
To keep egg production at it's prime, it is recommended that hens are replaced yearly by younger fowl.
good layers, Surprisingly good pets, hobby breeder, Lovely chucks
great escape artists
food left overs
Growing up on a homestead in Alaska meant we had chickens. We had Hy-Line Brown chickens and received them in a crate from a breeder. I can remember opening the crate and seeing all the light yellow fuzzy little balls peeping loudly. Mom and dad had purchased them for their laying qualities and the quality of the meat. Our plan was to raise them until they started laying and then butcher those who were slow or lazy layers, roosters or we needed food on the table.
We had a standard heated chicken coop and I had the dubious pleasure of being the one selected to clean it. I also fed them before going to school in the morning and shared the duty at night. The hen house, where we kept the layers, had tiers of nests, each with a glass egg in it. We were told the fake eggs were to increase production and it seemed to work. We kept the roosters separated from the hens until it was breeding time so we could replenish our stock. Select hens would then be put in with a rooster in a special coop separated from other roosters and hens.
One summer, in the wee hours of the morning, we heard a racket coming from our chicken coop. Dad grabbed his shotgun and ran out the house. We had a Timber Wolf killing chickens left and right, not stopping to eat. One blast of buckshot hitting close by was enough to set him running. We missed school that day because we had so many chickens to pluck and gut.
Our chickens were good barometers of impending earthquakes. On March 27, 1964 Alaska was hit by a 9.2 earthquake. Prior to it hitting at 5:36 pm. our chickens went to roost. We knew something was up because they suddenly got quiet and headed for their chicken coop. All of our livestock started acting strange. For two days their routine was interrupted as they reacted to aftershocks. They also returned to their roost during an eclipse of the sun.
Chickens have no teeth so they must have access to sand or small pebbled for grinding their food in their gizzards. We fed them chicken food, in the form of small pellets, combined with ground oyster shells. We had small weeds that grew around our coop where they chickens would peck for insects and worms. Their rich fertilizer made getting rid of these weeds almost impossible.
Having chickens meant taking care of them every morning and evening, plus cleaning their coop at a minimum of once a week. There was always a race to the basket we used to collect our eggs. Our chickens were calm enough that there was no problem reaching beneath them to reach our prize..
From WinQuier Feb 7 2014 7:16AM
We first got chickens of their eggs. I had no idea about breeds etc so got some that a friend had got.
Within a few days we realise that they were both great escape artists and were packed with personality! I spent half my time searching the neighbour's gardens to find them and then trying to find the holes in the fence to stop them getting out again.
They are great to watch and each one has a different personality. We soon fell in love with them.
Egg production was always amazing. Our 3 girls produced enough eggs for us, as bribes to pacify the neigbour's who had had their gardens trashed and for friends and family.
Upkeep costs are minimal. Feed is cheap and they also love food left overs. Keeping them clean is quite easy. We nested them on hay so it was easy to change and clean.
As they get older their egg production drops and some people might think it is time to get rid. No us, they stay as old ladies!
Surprisingly good pets and self sufficient!.
From oldpj100 Jan 13 2013 2:32PM
My Hy-Line brown chicken of 2 years
When I was eight I bought two baby chicks from a seller in front of my elementary school. We raised them in a domestic urban situation, which is uncommon for Hy-Line brown chickens, but we made it work by keeping them on the balcony (heaters in the winter, air conditioning in the summer!) One (the male)died early, but we kept the female for two more years.
PROS: These chickens have a very placid, easygoing temperament. Not sensitive at all. Not crazily affectionate or frolicky, though. Rather taciturn. Kitty (that's what I named her) liked it when I rubbed her head with my thumb, she would close her eyes into slits and make tiny happy noises. And she wasn't too loud to be raised in an apartment complex, which is saying something! Also, she laid lots of eggs - we could expect reasonably large eggs, almost palm-sized, about once a week.
CONS: Two years into it she started laying a lot less, like once a month, and then it dwindled down to once every three months. Eventually my aunt, who owns a farm, took her away and I think she ate her. A somewhat tragic ending. But I heard she tasted good... :'(.
From namehcandy Aug 31 2014 4:15PM