Category Archives: Chickens!

Edible Roommates

We moved the chicks to the garage last night. They, mostly, have all their feathers so should be able to stay warm. Besides, they were getting way too big for their box.

They are now in a large tank and are very confused.

They no longer try to jump out. Instead, they huddle to one side and take turns darting out to explore.

It’s pretty entertaining.

The garage is home to our two cats: Boots and Echo. They are not overly fond of roommates since a skunk decided to visit last year.

They don’t care about the full-grown hens. The chicks however, captured their interest.

I’ve told both cats my expectations. 

They should not, under any circumstances, try to approach or talk to the chicks.  

These are not edible roommates.

No matter how much noise they make, they are not asking for help.

In other words…leave the chicks alone.

I think they understand. At least, I hope they do.

Don’t Jump!

The chicks are growing quickly
They’ll soon outgrow their bin
Today we’ll have to move them
They just will not stay in

They jump up on eachother
They knock the cardboard lid
I hear them cheap and rustle
They’re just like a little kids

They’re getting kind of sassy
They peck at all our hands
I’m trying hard to love them
I’m not sure that I can

They’ve lost their skittish nature
They’ve grown so brave and bold
They may be more like leghorns
Mean and hard to hold

I only hope they lay well
And more than one a week
If they don’t then can guess
What their lot will be

Crazy Chick Growth

We let the chicks out the other day and in only 4 days, they’ve grown and are losing their fuzz and getting their feathers.

April 1

They shed the fuzz and the feathers are slowly coming in so they are starting to look a bit bedraggled.

April 4

It is amazing how quickly they grow. In just under 2 weeks, they are easily double the size they were when we moved them from the incubator to their new home.

At 15-22 weeks they become pullets until they start laying eggs. Then, they graduate to hens.

March 23

We aren’t sure if these girls will be good layers or not. Their Pearl White Leghorn mom(s) are one of the best laying breeds. But they also have DNA from Pecky who is a Blue Cochin.

Cochins are really more of a show bird and lay around 1…per week. Yikes.

I came in the school room the other day and one of the chicks was walking around outside the tote.

At first, I thought that it had jumped on top of the waterer to get out. But when I looked in the tote, I saw the chicks jumping on each other and then trying to jump out. I guess they were giving each other a boost up.

Teamwork at its finest.

Go team chicken go!
Give each other a boost up!
Don’t poop on the floor!

Awake

Today, Joe and I walked around the homestead and heard buzzing, chirping, croaking and singing.

Spring is here, softly waking everything up and gently pushing back on a very determined winter.

We tried to sneak up on the croaking frogs, but before we could sneak all the way to the edge of the pond, the croaking stopped and we heard the plip plop of frogs diving for cover.

We heard the birds talking to each other and the rustle of critters in the grass. Joe was very excited to find worms and other crawly critters.

Buds are forming on trees and the majority of the autumn olive Ray and the boys transplanted last weekend are doing well.

Cherry blossoms are opening. We ended up with a handful of cherries last year that were a bit too sour for my taste. Maybe we will get enough this year to can.

Due to all the rain, our swales are full and overflowing.

The sun was shining and there was only a slight breeze, so we brought the plants out to stretch and bask in the sun and fresh air.

I plan to plant my cabbage and broccoli in the garden today. I may also throw some lettuce and spinach down and replace the carrot seeds the chickens ransacked.

They can withstand cooler temperatures.

The chicks also got to spend a few hours outside. It is still too chilly to leave them out at night with no mama to keep them warm though.

Yep. Spring is definitely here…now if we could just get it to stay put.

Winter, raging and railing
Holds tight to the cold
It roars into March
Pushing with rain and snow

Spring, sighing and shushing
Quietly stands against the cold
It whispers soft sounds
And stands determined and bold

#atozchallenge

A Little Wet

It rained a little bit today
Ok, it really poured
The hens were flooded
The garage was soaked
A stream flowed down the yard

The chickens seemed upset
A little mad at me
They splashed with rage
Squawked and glowered
Irate, enraged…angry

I sighed and tried to soothe them
But they wouldn’t have a bit
They turned their backs
They stomped their feet
They threw a little fit

Then, I turned and looked out
Across our puddled lawn
My boys were splashing
I heard them laughing
And my chicken woes were gone

Rain or snow or sunshine
My boys are playing hard
They love to splash
They love to splish
In our wet and soaking yard

Cool Weather

We let the chickens out for a little while yesterday to shake the mud off their feet and have some much needed alone time.

I think the girls, and Pecky, are all sick of this temperamental Spring weather. They’ve become even more aggressive with each other than usual, and poor Pecky is constantly under attack from four or five of the hens.

Joe is very upset with the hens and their bullying. He even wrote a story about it. He called it “Chickens Don’t Listen”.

He’s a boy after my own heart.

Unfortunately, when we let the chickens out, no one told them that the area of the kitchen garden with orange flags was off limits. I’m sure all the seeds we planted a few weeks ago are in their bellies.

While the girls were roaming, Ray and the boys took a few cuttings from our autumn olive, dipped the ends in rooting hormone and planted them between the trees in the swales.

We are trying to propagate more this year from cuttings. We are hoping at least a few of them will take as they are considered to be invasive.

At the end of the day, Ray cleaned the coop out and moved the girls out of the kitchen garden to start their long trek out to the tall grass and swales. We’ll move them daily since the ground is so soft and they are so excited to be on fresh vegetation.

Once they are out in the swales, maybe they will pick on eachother less.

We can only hope.

Picking, poking, pecking
The hens are bored…or mean
Poor Pecky’s scraggly feathers
Are the worst that we have seen

He doesn’t try to stop them
He runs around the pen
I’m waiting for the day
That bird gets his revenge

Feathers and Fluffballs

We’ve had a whirlwind few days with chicks hatching and cheeping day and night.

Seven eggs had hatched fully by the end of Tuesday. It was getting a little crowded in the incubator, so we decided to risk  the 8th egg in order to get the other chicks in their new home, under a heat lamp and with food and water.

The incubator is temperature and humidity controlled to mimic the warmth of a mother hen sitting on her eggs. Once the egg has a pip, a small opening for the chick to work its way out, opening the incubator exposes the egg to dry air.

Drying the pip could make it more difficult for the chick to break through the egg without assistance.

The final egg had pipped before we opened the incubator, so we knew the risks.

After we had settled all of the chicks, we sprayed the sides of the incubator down with water to try and keep the humidity in and put the lid back on…and waited.

In the wee hours, the final egg hatched and a scraggly, wet little chick stumbled into the empty shells on clumsy claws. We let its feathers dry out a bit, before moving it with the others.

The boys and my nieces have named them all…although the names have changed frequently since we moved them.

Here’s the final list…for now.

Yellow Feather
Nita
Cheep Cheep
Sir Hubert McFeatherington
Fluffy
Fin
Cheepy
Flappy

A few of them have a couple gray dots like their father and they all have big feet with feathers on their legs.

This has been an exciting and amazing project for the boys. Joe has been so careful and gentle with the chicks and the eggs. He lets us know when it is time to leave the room so “the chicks can sleep”.

We’ve also learned a lot about the chicken…from anatomy to the lifecycle to how the chicks are able to go a few days without food and water.

I think the best part was when I asked Joe if he wanted to look at a piece of shell under the microscope.

While we were oohing and aahing over the little yellow fluffballs, my niece asked me “what if they are all roosters?”

Hmm. I didn’t consider that eventuality. Didn’t I order all hens? I’m sure Pecky and I talked about it, didn’t we?

Feathers and fluffballs
Yellow chicks with small gray dots
I hope they’re all hens

Hatching Our Own: Step 1

This week, we will start incubating the fertilized eggs we’ve been collecting.

Pecky and 5 hens have been separated for just 2 weeks. We gave them about a week to get settled and then started to collect the eggs for incubation rather than eating.

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Once we have 12 and I’ve tested the incubator, we will be ready to start the process.

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The incubator I ordered holds 9-12 eggs, automatically turns the eggs and keeps the temperature and humidity at the right spot…at least that is what is advertised. I’ll have to report back on the success.

The boys and I are very excited to get this started. Every time I collect the eggs from “Pecky’s Girls”, they ask if there are baby chicks in them yet.

We’ve talked about the life-cycle of a chicken, but we will delve deeper as we go through the process.

Pecky and his girls
Separated from the flock
A science project

Stripes

Last year, we slowly moved the chickens from the pasture to the kitchen garden. We started in August and moved them every few days until we were ready for them to do their work.

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At first, we didn’t notice it. The grass had yet to recover from their trampling and tilling. Sometimes we’d left them t0o long in one spot, so it was awhile before the grass grew back.

Then, one day, Ray looked out over the yard and saw it. A green path from the pasture to the kitchen garden. The path the chickens had created. It looked like one big, vibrant green, curving stripe.

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I wish we had taken pictures at the time. It is still visible, although faint in this brown, gray winter grass.

If we didn’t know the effect the chickens had on our soil before, we had concrete proof now.

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Animals, be they chickens, goats, rabbits or cows, are very beneficial to the garden, the homestead and life in general.

We saw a bright green stripe
Winding through the yard
From chicken feet and claws
Scratching without pause

Helping Hands

Although gray, the temperature is pretty mild so the boys and I went outside today to do some chores we’ve, er I’ve, been putting off.

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We moved some straw from the chicken coop to the herb spiral and started to cover the whole with wood chips.

This will keep the soil nice and moist so that, come planting time, it will be loose and easy to work with.

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The cats were a big help.

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The chicken coop was in dire need of a cleaning, so we shut the chickens in their run and got to work.

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While I scraped and pulled all of the dirty bedding out, the boys helped spread it in the spot the chickens had just vacated.

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Once all the hay was spread and the coop cleaned out, I started to lay more cardboard paths.

The cats, always ready to lend a paw, got involved.

They paced back and forth, inspecting my work and occasionally correcting the placement of the straw or attacking a villainous piece of cardboard that had the audacity to move.

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The boys, after spreading the straw bedding so vigorously, wandered off to dig a hole in the yard.

“We are planting an apple tree, Jake,” said Joe.

I watched as Joe directed the dig. They each took turns scooping a shovelful out and Joe encouraged Jake when he did a good job. I heard him explaining that roots would grow down in the ground from the seed they were going to plant.

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“Mom! There are worms hibernating!”

He ran over and showed me his find.

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Once they were satisfied with the depth of the hole, Joe marched inside to get the seeds. He planted two, “in case one didn’t grow”, and put the worm back in the ground “to help the tree grow”.

He then patted the dirt over it, watered it and marked it with a flag.

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I had not planned on turning our chore day into a lesson.

Joe took the initiative and started the project. He worked with the tools he had, taught Jake a few things about roots and praised him when he did a good job.

He was very proud of his work.

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I was too.