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A Queen is Born and Hussy Hen

Thursday, April 26th, 2012

With this very early spring we’ve been blessed with, our honeybee hives sprung to life early this year. Really early. And our first hive inspections were late.  Really late.

Because that’s just the way we roll on this homestead.

By the time we did our first hive we found multiple swarm cells, and a couple of supersedure cells.  Fortunately, our neighbor from up the road, Si, came up to help with that first hive inspection. And Si knows bees. He also happens to raise queen bees.

So, naturally, when we discovered the swarm and supersedure cells,  we calmly looked at Si and screamed “WHAT THE HECK DO WE DO????????”

And, naturally, Si offered some solutions.

We could split our hives to give the girls more room, but that would leave us with four hives.

We don’t want four hives.

We want two hives.

Or we could remove all the swarm and supersedure cells and go back into the hives every two weeks or so and continue to remove them. Because once a hive decides to swarm, there is really nothing that can be done to stop them from trying to raise a new queen.

Our weather is a little kooky now and we stay pretty danged busy, so we worried we wouldn’t be able to keep up the constant removing of cells.

Finally Si offered a solution that we agreed was a good approach. Si would take our queens with him, allowing the hives to hatch out new queens and most likely to swarm with one of them.

We would lose bees to a swarm, no doubt. But, with the original queen gone, the number of bees that would leave with a new queen would be small in comparison.

So that’s what we did. Si took our queens.

And our beehives did, indeed, swarm. I saw them.

But when we went back into the hives last weekend, the number of bees left was astonishing.

It appeared to work!

Only, we didn’t find the new queen in one of the hives.

We looked and looked, and there was no queen.

Fortunately, as I mentioned, Si raises queen bees, and he brought three tubes with those little beauties on the verge of hatching.

So our plan was to put one of those new cells into the hive with the missing queen so she could hatch there and reign supremely.

But…… before we did that, Si decided we should take a look at those supersedure cells that had failed to hatch out. Maybe they weren’t viable, because surely they should have hatched the day or two before…….

And when he removed it from the frame and started to gently pick at it, he was greeted by a queen bee chewing her way out!

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Holy Bee Hive!

And Si birthed a new Queen Bee!

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I apologize for the blurriness of that picture – I was shaking with excitement!

And here she is, joining her hive.

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I almost peed my pants.

There is more to this story. Remember I told you there were a couple of supersedure cells? Well, I was holding the other supersedure cell, and it had a queen chewing her way out, too. But I gave her to Si to birth.

Cause I don’t know nothing about birthing no babies – let alone Queen Bees.

So we left two queen bees in that hive. And, sadly, there will be only one next time we check.

There can only be one Queen Bee in a hive, under normal circumstances.

Although, nothing we do around here is very normal so……. we’ll see.

And speaking of “not normal” things, today I looked out the window at the chicken coop and noticed something just wasn’t quite right.

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No, it wasn’t that the new addition that Bernie painted is TOTALLY brighter than the old side that is dusty and faded – but thanks for noticing that I need to paint the old side. Seriously. Bernie needed someone to take his back when he declared “I painted the addition – the other side is YOUR responsibility”.

But back to what I was saying….. do you see anything unusual here?

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How about from this angle?

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I don’t even have a clue how she managed to get tangled up in that mess.

I got a step stool, which was woefully short, and managed to get her into this predicament.

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And then Bernie came to the rescue with his he-man ladder so I could free her.

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She was totally unappreciative.

I won’t even begin to tell you the words that came out of her mouth.

But she was free as the breeze, complete with attitude.

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Hussy Hen.

Sometimes Persistance Pays Off

Sunday, January 29th, 2012

I ordered my original chicken flock from McMurray’s Hatchery. I remember getting the phone call from the post office that they had a peeping box for me as if it were yesterday. I also remember excitedly claiming my box at the post office while everyone in the there ooooooowed and awwwwwwed over the sounds coming from it.

But what I remember most of all was getting to my car, opening the box, and taking my first look at the 27 precious little fuzzy faces that looked up at me. They took my breath away. And they stole my heart.

I do believe it was precisely at that specific moment, when I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I could never have too many chickens.

Unfortunately, it was also, precisely at that specific moment, that Bernie was busily finishing up the chicken coop he was building for them.

I say “unfortunately” because I knew it wasn’t big enough for all the chickens I had planned in our future.

I also knew he would not agree with my plans.

But I am nothing if not persistent……….

Before my pullets were one year old, a few went broody.And I let them hatch out babies. It didn’t take long before it became obvious that the 8 X 8 coop that Bernie built was simply too small.

I approached Bernie with confidence. “Bernie I need a bigger dad gum coop!”

“No, you need fewer dad gum chickens!”

Ugh. He was going to be a tough nut to crack.

Over the course of the following years, I dropped hints about a bigger coop on a regular basis. And Bernie regularly rolled his eyes and then proceeded to completely ignore me.

But I never gave up.

Then, for reasons still completely unknown to me, I one day mentioned a bigger coop and Bernie said “Well, how do you want to add on to it?”

I’m not sure of how I responded, but I think I had the vapors.

And with the additional coop space, I’ve ordered 16 more baby peeps – which are scheduled to arrive here on April 2nd.

I need to pinch myself right about now……..

So, yesterday, this is how our coop and chicken run looked:

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And this morning, after the steps were disassembled and the netting was pulled back, this is how it looked:

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And this afternoon, after several hours of leveling and building the coop floor, this is how it looked:

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And this is how Jake looked all stinkin’ day long:

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Turns out Jake doesn’t like change very much…….

And the chickens weren’t too crazy about it at first. But after we finished up, a few brave souls made their way into the chicken run to eat a little supper.

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I think I can honestly say that no one on this homestead is happy about the chicken coop addition.

Except me.

I’m happy.

I am pretty danged happy.

Sometimes persistence pays off.

They Don’t Want to be Seen Like This…..

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

We’ve got some molting going on here. It happens every year. And every year, one or two will go through a harder molt than the others.

This year, in the chicken flock, Lucy-fer is going through the hard molt.

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Poor thing. She’s looking pretty rough. But Bobby Lee doesn’t mind.

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And this is after her feathers started growing back in!

She was so embarrassed, she refused to look at the camera.

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In the turkey flock, Tanya is our new mother, and she is suffering through the worst molt.

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Her feathers are starting to grow back in these pictures, too. But she was still unhappy about being photographed.

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Don’t tell her I said so, but a turkey with no tail feathers is a little comical. Shhhhhhhh.

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Her babies don’t care.

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Look how that turklet in the front is walking exactly like mama.

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I think our molters would rather end this on that note.

But I can’t resist……..

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The end!

Beards, Dust Baths, and Rumors

Tuesday, March 29th, 2011

Guess who’s growing up?

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Look closely …… below his caruncles ….. in the center, mid-chest.

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Jake is growing a beard! It’s hard to believe how quickly he’s maturing. *sigh*

This girl was taking a dust bath.

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And just relaxing for a bit.

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I’m glad she’s enjoying it. It may be a while before she gets to do that again. We’re supposed to get snow/rain/messy-mix for the next 4 or 5 days.

Didn’t I hear a rumor that it’s now officially spring?

Getting Back to Usual

Sunday, December 5th, 2010

Things are getting back to normal since I returned from Germany. It’s a cold and blustery day here. Bernie and I bundled up and went outside to get the heater bases set up for the chicken and turkey waterers. I actually remembered to take my camera and get a few pictures to share with you.

Mirrie and Georgia were happy to see us. They are getting so big.

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We’re finally fairly convinced we did indeed end up with one tom and two hens – even if the tom ended up being one we thought was a hen, and the hen ended up being one we thought was a tom. As a result, two of them got renamed. Jake is on the left (he used to be called Tanya) and on the right is Loretta (she used to be called Hank).

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That’s Loretta on the left, Jake in the middle, and Sarah on the right:

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It’s hard to believe how much they’ve grown. You may be able to get a good idea from this picture with Bernie’s legs in it:

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This is Pretty Boy Floyd – the cockerel I kept from the hatch in May:

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My poor hens are finally starting to come out of their molt. These two are the last of the molters, and just starting to get feathers in again:

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This is one of the pullets from the May hatch – I love her coloring:

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Bernie got a nice fire going in our new wood burner this afternoon.

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Elvis kept warm by laying in the sun, across from the wood burner.

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And Priscilla staked out her favorite hiding place on top of the curio.

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And Diesel enjoyed relaxing in the warmth of his bed.

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Dolly has always enjoyed chilling in my chair, but since my trip to Germany I think she’s gotten just a little too comfortable in it.

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It’s nice to be home and back with Bernie and all the critters. I missed them.

What I See When I Open My Door

Saturday, July 17th, 2010

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It’s a greeting I never tire of.

These Chickens Will Be The Death Of Me

Wednesday, May 26th, 2010

Last year we ended up with 18 extra roosters from all the broody hatches we had. We sent 17 to freezer camp, and Charlotte adopted a Phoenix cockerel. While it was nice having chicken in the freezer and they tasted delicious, these guys were very small and hardly worth the effort. This year I promised Bernie to limit the number of chicks I allowed the broodies to hatch out.

I was doing really well there for a good long while. Within a matter of a few short weeks, I had eight broody hens. I gave the first babies to hatch to a neighbor when the chicks were a couple of days old. Score! Then Charlotte agreed to take two of the broody hens and all the babies they hatched. Double score! From the remaining broodies, we ended up with only four new peeps in the yard.

During all this excitement and broodiness, I noticed I was missing one hen when I tucked them in at night. After a week or so, I figured she was either setting on a nest in the woods or was gone. A few days later, I came up short one more when I tucked them in at night. I figured it was this broody and I pretty much gave up on the first one that went missing – but I did not lose all hope.

This afternoon in was in the goat paddock playing with them and Bernie was sitting at the picnic table in the backyard watching us. I began hearing some faint cheeping. A few minutes later it was noticeably louder.

I hollered over to Bernie, “Did the mamas leave those chicks back here again?” A couple of the mama hens that I let hatch out chicks have started leaving their babies and getting on with life – when the babies are not hot on their heals as they walk away. And when the mamas do manage to escape, those chicks scream bloody murder.

“Um, I don’t think so. These babies are very, very tiny.”

By the time he finished his sentence I had made it out of the goat paddock and was running toward the cheeping I heard.

And there she was. The first hen that came up missing – with four little babies bumbling along behind her.

I filled a feeder and waterer and put it down for them, but mama would immediately lead them away if I got anywhere close.

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You’ll have to look very closely, but there are two chicks in this picture:

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And there are three in this one:

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She has a total of four babies. I was really hoping to catch her and the babies and get them in a brooder, but I had no luck. She did finally lay down for a while with the babies under her.

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But she kept a close eye on me the entire time. I am really praying she heads to the coop with the babies tonight. It’s quite a journey for such tiny little chicks, but mama hens expect their babies to hit the ground running, so it’s possible she will lead them to the safety of the coop. I sure hope so. I have no idea where her nest is – if I can find it I will go out at dark and move them all to a brooder.

I don’t like having hens brooding outside the coop, but I accepted that there would be risks involved in allowing my chickens to free range. The consequences of keeping them penned are just more than I am willing to put up with – for my sanity and the sake of my chickens. Even so, I worry every minute that my chickens are roaming in the yard and woods, and I lose sleep over these broodies that have nests in the woods.

I love my chickens. I really do. But I know these chickens will be the death of me.

I’m certain I’ll go with a smile on my face.

Spring has Sprung

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I realize there are a few things out of place in the milking/storage area of the goat barn, but if you look closely you may see one thing that positively does not belong here……

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Shhhhhh. She doesn’t think we see her.

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I let a broody hen hatch out three chicks and keep two of them:

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I gave one to another broody.

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A few days ago, yet another broody hatched out three chicks. Today I removed the front of the brooder and the mama brought her babies out into the coop for the first time.

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We have no shortage of broodies here this year.

The Irises my mother gave me last year are now in full bloom.

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And we should be eating strawberries soon.

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Spring has definitely sprung.

Appreciating the Beauty

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

As I type this, another snow storm is hitting us. But I’m not going to complain right now. I’m going to show you some of the beauty I took time to appreciate today.

Like these icicles.

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Most were intertwined in the overhead netting.

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But look at this interesting icicle.

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And look at the face of this sweet little Phoenix hen.

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The white in the face of my White Faced Black Spanish hens is really starting to show.

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This girl is having a bad hair day for sure.

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A lot of beauty surrounds us here on the homestead. We are truly blessed.

Quiet, Calm, Duke, and Pickled Eggs

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

We finally had a couple of days where the temperature rose above freezing, and we did not hesitate to take advantage of one of them and send nine cockerels to Freezer Camp. We are now officially extra-rooster-free for the first time since last spring. And it feels great. For everyone left on the homestead, anyway!

My poor hens have spent the past few weeks running and hiding from those extra cockerels. The girls would gobble their food as quickly as possible in the morning, if they ate at all, and then run/fly out into the woods to get into the trees. Sometimes they hung out on top of buildings.

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It wasn’t the cockerels fault. They were victims of nature – specifically an over abundance of teenage testosterone. But they wreaked havoc around here. From the second they woke up until the second they went to sleep, the yard was filled with the sound of hens screaming and screeching as they attempted to escape from these cockerels, and the sound of the cockerels screeching as they fought over the hens. These cockerels were never tame and, although I never laid a hand on any of them, they would scream and run anytime I walked close by them. They also crowed non-stop. I do love to hear a rooster crow – but listening to 12 crow all day and night really pushes my enjoyment level.

And even though we were aware of the chaos surrounding these nine cockerels, we really had no idea how awful it was until they were gone! The resulting calm in the yard and the flock was immediately palatable. The quietness was a blessed relief, and by late afternoon, there were no hens in trees. For the first time in weeks, the hens were out wandering in the yard with Bobby Lee and Pico. I honestly think I saw those girls smiling……

Poor old Duke is hanging in there. He spends most of his day off to himself, with one or two hens. If I live to be 100, I will never understand why he gave up being Alpha Roo, and then withdrew from the flock for the most part. It really is heartbreaking. But even though Duke has lost his place in the pecking order of the flock, he will always have a special place in my heart.

Bobby Lee’s tail feathers came back beautifully after his molt. They seem to still be growing, and he’s got a couple that now drag the ground behind him.

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Pico is a sweet rooster, and I think he’s a pretty boy.

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And even though the older girls aren’t laying very well right now, the pullets are providing us with enough eggs that I used 4 1/2 dozen to put up 5 quarts of pickled eggs the other day.

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Pickled eggs are great. A calm flock is even better. All living things on the homestead are very happy right now.