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?

Chickens on the Lam…

Last week we were busy (as always, right?) with school, work, farming, and battening down the hatches before we got broadsided by Hurricane Earl.  We covered up all the bedding and feed stacked in the lean-to; put away all the ceramic bird feeders, and tied the tricycles to the porch with bailing twine.

We had to leave the bikes out.  In case we needed to evacuate.

They even had a map.

Then the Cowboy started shouting for me.

He’s got a bit of speech trouble.  I usually understand about 4 of every 5 words.  When he gets excited, maybe 3 out of 5.  This time all I got was “Mama!  Mama!  Bwah, bwah, bwah, bwah…”  (He has trouble with “L”).

So I ran out there and saw this little guy…

Hey there chickie, chickie, chickie...

Ok, we have a chicken on the loose.  This is a problem.  Now, I’m not convinced that our chicken tractor will survive a hurricane.  (We actually call it the “field pen,” but “chicken tractor” was a book so it’s sort of the current buzz word.)  But I’m pretty sure that the chickens’ best bet would be to be in the chicken tractor.

Oh no, two more on the loose!

Then the chickens noticed us.  “Us” being the bringers-of-food.  And I realized the full extent of my situation…

More...?

…And they kept coming.

Oh, yes, there were more.

Eleven in all.  And the kids and I didn’t manage to catch a single one. Although there was a lot of sweating and running and squealing involved.

Mr. Fix-It came home and scooped them all up at feeding time.  Just for the record, chickens are ferocious eaters.  Truly.  They’ll push, shove, peck, smother, suffocate, claw, beat, and trample each other over the food dish.  It’s very, very important to keep their feeding schedule normal and plenty of room at the feed trough.  Or it can get very ugly.  So as soon as he walked out there with the bucket they were done with chasing bugs and practically flying back in on their own.  He hardly had to do anything.

Or so I like to think.

Growing Up and Moving Out

Did you think I was talking about my kids?  Did you know we started the school year yesterday and I sent the Cowboy, my little Cowboy, my little big-boy, off to K3?  That’s not what this post is about.  It still squeezes my heart too much for me to write about.  And we’re not kicking them out just yet.

But there was other relocations this weekend as well.

Mr. Fix-It getting ready for the move with his two helpers.

Our chicks have officially moved from the brooder house to the field pen.

The dog's job was to make sure no one flew out during the move.

From their sheltered home under the lean to with solid walls and a soothing fan to the green grass and fresh air of the elements.

The Ladybug's gotten braver about handling the chickens this year.

It was a whole family affair.  Like just about everything around here.

It's all about the team work!

The Cowboy worked the gate on the transport cage.  I take back anything I might ever have said about Mr. Fix-It being impatient.  You don’t know patience until you’ve had to depend on a 3 yr old when you’re hands are full of live chickens.

The Cowboy took his job seriously. Sort of.

The Ladybug handled the little guys.

Doesn't she just look like a pro?

And Speedracer…well, he was there for moral support.

A "family friendly" farm means everyone can help.

Now part of our daily chores is for Mr. Fix-It to move the pen each morning and feed them.  Then the kids and I check their water and feed them again in the evening when we get home.

It took a couple trips to move them all.

They get fresh grass, fresh bugs, fresh scenery each day.

Chickens aren't the only ones that need fresh air and green grass to grow up healthy and happy.

And we get chicken pot pie in a few more weeks.

Sounds like a good deal to me!