Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts

26 March 2013

Outdoors is Really Scary!

Today was the first day outside for this year's chicks. With great excitement opened the chicken house door and... well nothing. I was ready with camera in hand (a rarity for me) but these were no divas.

They seem to have noticed the open door...

...but they do not trust it.

I've seen enough.

One brave girl makes the leap.
The rush starts.

Stampede!

That's enough, time to go back in.
I think about half of the girls ended up having a quick look outside. A little grass was eaten, a little dirt was scratched, but overall they didn't seem too impressed.

I went looking for something else to photograph and came across these lovely ladies:


Two Fat Hens!

An Easter Egger and a Speckled Sussex.

This is the speckliest Speckled Sussex we have ever owned. The photo looks out of focus, but I think it is just her feather pattern. Their bright red combs show they are in lay and sure enough - among today's eggs was one green egg and one pinkish egg.


14 March 2013

Chicken Tractors?


I had really wanted to move the chickens into tractors so they could clean up the field, eating the spent vegetable plants, bug, grubs and weed seeds, and at the same time we would know where they were laying their eggs. It seemed ideal and totally fitting with our sustainable method of farming, in theory. We built, or started to build, a couple of different styles of chicken tractors, but each time we had the same problem - they looked like a cage. Granted they were large cages (one was 8' by 8' by 2' another was 8' by 10' by 4'), but even with one chicken in each there was no space for that chicken to run like they do all over the farm at the moment. We couldn't do it.

Onto Plan Two (or three or four or five)
A new chicken house. This wasn't perfect - I still dreamed of the field clean-up crew and easy to find eggs - but the chicks were outgrowing their brooders and I had run out of tractor ideas. We decided to add onto the packing shed with the chicken door going out into the back field.


As Karl started building I became more and more excited about the possibilities. Can you make me a full sized door on the side for easy cleaning? If you make me a hatch on the side nearest the packing door shed I will be able to collect the eggs with ease. Oh, if you make another hatch under that first one I can put the feeders and waters under the nest boxes and fill them from outside. I have a great pan for the perches... He humoured me and I got everything I wanted - I hope the chickens appreciate it.


In this picture you can see the feeders and the space above where the nestboxes will go. These girls are still too young to lay eggs and they are too young for the perches I planned too - to the left you can see the re-purposed shelving they are using for learner perches. Sharp eyed individuals will recognise these as the old packing tent shelves. Before that they were plant stands at a big box store. This is probably the last use we will get from them, but it feels great to have given them over 9 years of life after they were destined for the dumpster.

The girls move in.
We introduced the girls to their new house, and to each other, on Tuesday evening. They had been in three separate brooders to give them the most space possible (even when they need to be in a secure enclosure we cannot stand the idea of them being cooped up - haha). First we took the feeders and waterers from the brooders, refilled them and hung them in the hen house (oops the pipe is bending - first design flaw noted). Then each group of pullets was taken from their brooder into a cage and carried to the hen house for release. Every single one of them ignored the open space and made a beeline for the water as though they had never seen water before in their lives. It made for a very disappointing photo opportunity.




26 August 2010

RIP Borat aka The Big B. 2007 - 2010

It's a sad day on the farm today. Our big rooster was killed last night. We don't know why he didn't go into the chicken house like usual and we don't know what killed him. From the feather trail we can tell he put up a good fight. I wish the cows could talk, they seem to know what happened. I don't know how much they understand but they are quite subdued today and even Miss Velvet the noisy was quiet when we found poor Borat's body.
Borat and I did not get along and I tried to avoid him. This means I have no photographs of him, but he was a magnificent rooster. Black and white with a slightly yellowish sheen to his feathers. A huge comb and wattle - always the brightest red. And a big arched tail.
His flock will miss him.