Chickens, Chickens Everywhere

Our chicks moved out of the brooder house and now they’re comfortably on pasture while they finish growing up. A few more months into the summer and we’ll see their first eggs and then we’ll move them into the chicken house.

We move their pen every day or so to a fresh spot for sanitation and some fresh protein. Did you know that chickens will eat grass? Yep, some. Not like a sheep or anything, but some. They’ll also eat just about any fruit, vegetable, or bread scrap from your garden or kitchen. We also give ours some rice or pasta leftovers–they love leftover mashed potatoes! Much like feeding your dog table scraps, we just stick to a 15% rule. No more than 15% of their diet can be anything other than vegetables or bagged feed.

If you look close, you can kind of see that their ground is kind of "worn out" inside the pen...you can also see that we used part of our Christmas float to reinforce it a few weeks ago.

When we move the pen, the kids job is to make sure all the chickens keep moving forward with the pen, and that no one gets stuck under the edges. The water-er sits on a little “platform” made inside the corner by the cross-bracing so it can slid along without being pulled out. Sometimes we pull out the feeders and sometimes we just slid it along and they slid along when the edge catches them.

Mr. Fix-It has been known, on occasion, to move the whole thing by hand. I have never been know to do that. We usually use the Ranger or the mower.

One thing about having them outside like this is that their food is exposed to more moisture, etc. so we don’t use a large feeder out there. We would have to pull it out and move it constantly, for one. And if there’s an unexpected thunderstorm while I’m at work and it’s not far enough under the enclosed section, there goes a whole bucket of feed. We just use black rubber feed pans (which are used for the sheep during lambing season!) and fill them up in the morning with about 1 day of feed.

Besides, it’s good for the kids to have regular, every day chores. {grin}

The Cowboy is always up for helping out. Mr. Fix-It just tells him to get his boots on and catch up. He never asks why, never complains, nothing.

I had a fascinating discussion about farming and food choices at dinner on Saturday night with Jules, Tracey, and Amy. It got me all excited again about ways to use the farm and this blog to teach people about sustainability and stewardship. It reminded me that people really do want to know, and really do want to make good decisions and choices for their families…and maybe even get involved. (Backyard chickens anyone?)

So I’m considering doing some homesteading interviews and maybe some farming question-answer posts. I’m even kicking around the idea of a few simple farming and livestock “lesson” pages that parents could use with their kids (especially in combination with a farm field trip!)

Do you have any farm or animal questions you’d love to ask?

Chicken Coops and Sheep Hooves

The weather was beautiful this weekend! We’re still a little damp, but not muddy like last week. So we got busy with outside chores all weekend. Boy, my arms and legs are aching today!

Saturday we loaded up those cows we sold–went smooth as silk.

Then Mr. Fix-It and I moved the chicken house, cleaned it out good, and set it up on some fresh ground in the orchard. (Ok, we only have one peach tree at the moment, but we call it the orchard because one day…)

Moving the house involved a combination of lifting and sliding with the tractor. You can see the ground where it was is ready for a break.

Our hens got to peck around a bit for the afternoon and walked right on back in by themselves come evening. They’re usually pretty good about that now anyway, but I wasn’t sure if they would figure it out since we moved it. We didn’t move it far, but they are just chickens.

But I did them an injustice. They found the coop just fine.

This one had a bit of a hard time adjusting to the idea of "free-range."

I kept the kids inside most of the day on Saturday. The boys are coughing and sniffling and it was a bit nippy out and I just didn’t want the cooler air to set them back.

But by Sunday it was even nicer (and they were going stir crazy!) so we all headed outside after Church.

There's a pin sticking up from one of the forks inside the coop to help catch it to pull it along. I let Mr. Fix-It handled the climbing in and out of the window to hook it part of the job!

The Ladybug and I worked sheep for the afternoon, and Mr. Fix-It and the boys tilled up the garden, untangled the fencing and put it up, and planted our first lettuce, broccoli, and cabbage plants of the year.

I wish I had pictures of us working sheep, but honestly, it was hard work and I was busy. We ran everyone through the chute, dewormed them, trimmed hooves, and checked over all the little guys.

And when I say little guys, I mean it. We have 13 ram lambs and only 1 ewe lamb so far. I’ve got 6 left that haven’t lambed yet.

The older ladies of the flock new EXACTLY what to do when that chicken coop door opened!

To do hooves, you turn the sheep up on its rump as if it’s sitting in a chair, and then hold them down using your legs while you trim hooves (or whatever you have to do) with your hands and a clipper tool that looks like garden cutters. In that position, they’re pretty much prone, but some of them are still pretty feisty.  It’s the same positioning you see when someone is shearing.

Here it is in its new spot. But I owe you a better picture. Mr. Fix-It repainted it after we cleaned it and it dried out. Now it's fresh and clean and trimmed out!

There’s a specific technique to “throwing” them into that position (it’s not really “throwing”) that involves controlling the head and turning it into the shoulder…but I’m not very good at it yet. Most of my efforts involve grabbing a’hold and hauling backwards until one of us tips over…and hoping its the sheep.  {By the way, you don’t ever want to pull on a sheep by their wool. It’s not good for the wool, or the sheep.}

And you have to be very careful about grabbing horns. They can be helpful if you know what you’re doing, but if you don’t…just don’t. They’ll come off. (I don’t know this from experience, but I’ve read about it several times and it’s not pretty.)

These old girls know what's what when it comes to worms and bugs!

Anyway, the Ladybug and I worked our way through the whole flock. I’m tired and a little scratched and scrapped and bruised up, but I actually enjoy most of the animal parts of the farm, so don’t get the impression that I’m complaining too much!

Comfy-cozy, and ready for farm fresh eggs!

And we ended the day with more good news! The folks that took Hannah called and said that they were very happy with her and it was working out great and that they’re riding or working her every day and they were ready to pick up her registration papers if that was ok. Which it was, of course. We just kept them because they were taking her as a trial and we agreed to take her back if it didn’t work out. They even said that she’s already slimming down noticeably!

What an answer to prayers!!

How was your weekend?

 

 

Theft in the Chicken Coop

Something’s gotten into my chicken coop again.

We've had a break in.

I walked out to get eggs a few days ago and saw that I was missing someone.

Evidence was everywhere.

Something had dug in under the fence and raided my coop and carried off one of my Barred Rock hens.

It wasn't the worse crime scene we've had.

Apparently it snatched her right off the perch and dragged her back out of the hole it had dug to get in.

That's a really small hole to get through.

I never found the body. Apparently whatever it was made a clean get away. The trail just ended about 6 feet from the fence and there was nothing else.

There were no tracks that I could find. (Not that I'm a tracking expert or anything.)

Until this morning.

This time the little marauder helped himself to one of my big Buff Orpington hens (grrrrr!) and she wasn’t such an easy target. This time he dug right under the front door and dragged her out and across almost the whole backyard.

Practically right under our noses! I’m so mad!

Right in the orchard!

And this time his catch didn’t cooperate. Apparently he tried to drag her through the fence and she wouldn’t fit. I’ll spare you the ugly details, but there was a lot more evidence at the scene of the crime this time. We think we’re dealing with a raccoon or a opossum. We’re not predator experts, but this time we’ve got tracks to look up.

This time it also cracked and ate a bunch of my eggs. Oh the nerve!

Keep coming around and your days are numbered, mister.

 

A Little Bit of Teamwork…Boys (and Girls!) in Motion

With the weather turning decent and lambing season coming up, we’ve been covering a lot of ground around here lately. The kids are a year older than they were last year–obviously, right?–so they’re a little more muscular and a little more capable. I can send them off on their own more now. As long as I’m not far away at any given moment.

This looks like a suspiciously quiet chicken house...

...Ahhhh, there's 1...

...There's 2...

...And there's 3!

I never let them get further than across the yard from me. Who knows when I might be needed to rescue a toy pig from the water trough, fend off an attacking rooster, or get some fruit snacks. I haven’t completely mastered the art of discernment when it comes to the unceasing “Momma! Look!” So I don’t want to find myself dropping everything and burning a path across a 20 acre field just to find out that one of the farm cats ate a grasshopper.

See? There seems to be a problem.

While I do love knowing that, as the Keeper of the Juice Pouches, I’m Essential Personnel around here–it’s good to encourage them to figure things out themselves.

I sent the Cowboy back to investigate the situation.

Sometimes it’s a mechanical issue, and sometimes it’s just a matter of effort. Sometimes we just need a little teamwork.

He immediately moved to help...

...Since no one gets a snack until the chore at hand is finished.

Start passing out the peanut butter crackers too early and you lose all your leverage!

And sometimes you can see them giving their all…

We're not raising quitters here!

And you smile just a little bit…

She's throwing in the towel.

…When you hear “Momma!” You want them to grow big and strong and tough–

But not to quickly.

I’m linking up with Boys in Motion today, over at Home with the Boys, so be sure to stop by and see some more little rascals in action!

I’m also linking up today with Verde Farm’s Farm Friend Friday, so be sure to stop by over there if you still need more sheep, cows, chickens, pigs, donkeys, and whatnot!

Here Chick, Chick, Chick

Chickens are funny creatures.  Did you know chickens can’t really see in the dark?  If you need to catch a chicken, just wait until dark and walk right up to them.

Our chicken coop...

Ok, chickens are stupid.

...when I got home from a meeting...

Ok, maybe stupid is a little strong.  Some of ours seem quite bright, actually.  But they lack a long-term perspective.  Take our new chicks.  They’re at the teenager stage.  A bunch of know-it-alls.  Sure, you’re real smart if you figure out how to get out of the chicken coop when the door’s shut.  BUT

June 2010.

If you can’t get back in at dark, because I’m not home yet, and I thought you were locked in safe and sound, because I wouldn’t be home…

June 2010.

And you get eaten…

June 2010.

Then how smart are you, really?

June 2010.

Smart chickens stay where they’re put.  Like all the grown ladies quiet and cozy inside the coop.  These refused to be caught and the closest I got was these pictures.  Remember how I said earlier to catch chickens at night because you can walk right up to them because they can’t see well in the dark?  Well, except for teenage chickens.  They think they’re invincible (sound familiar?) and run around crashing into fences, falling into ditches, and generally making big fat targets of themselves for things that can see in the dark.  Their best chance was to hunker down for the night, pretend to be rubber chickens, and hope everything passed them by.

And my feet and work pants were already soaked from the dew and covered in grass seed from hunting around to find the above noted, stupid, teenage chickens in the dark.  So I left them on their own.  Something else, apparently, did not.   Thankfully whatever it was took out the one rooster that was coming up.  Remember, count your blessings.