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It’s STILL Cold on the Homestead

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

Like many of you, we’ve been having unusually cold weather here on the homestead. I don’t think I can remember a November and/or December with this many days of below average cold temperatures. I am trying not to be in a bad mood over it, but these cold temperatures are testing my good nature.

Yesterday morning it was a brisk 14 degrees outside when I let the chickens out. The good news is now that the coop is insulated, it was 15 degrees warmer in there. The bad news is that 14 + 15 = still freezing. Their water was frozen solid. I dragged out the heated font I have and plugged it in for them. Today the temperature is in the mid 30s, but the wind is blowing something fierce. If I were a hen, I’d snuggle up in a nest box and pretend I was laying an egg all day long. As it is, everyone is outside in this frigid weather.

Bernie got the electric finished up and I now have electricity in both the coop and my garden shed. Yay! I know he isn’t crazy about working outside in all this cold weather, but he heads out each day and takes care of things around here. I just love that man to pieces.

I have some sad news this week. A few nights ago we lost our first chicken since they were little peeps. When I went to tuck them in the coop, I came up one short on the head count. I looked through the woods and decided to count again, just to be sure. As I was heading into the chicken run, I spotted one of the Golden Penciled Hamburgs huddled up in a corner of the run. I knew when I picked her up that she was in a bad way. I brought her in the house and Bernie wrapped a blanket around me and her, although she didn’t seem particularly cold.  She was so weak that she didn’t even fight me as I checked her over. I could find nothing wrong with her – there was no blood, her vent was clean, and she had no unusual lumps or bulges. She died within an hour and 1/2.

We were very sad about losing our little hen, but we were also concerned about why she may have died. To be safe, I sterilized all water and food dishes, and sprayed the coop and run with Ozine. Due to the fact that she died so quickly after showing symptoms of being ill, we suspect it was likely some sort of poisoning. I was in the chicken run with all of the chickens at 4PM, and no one showed any signs of being ill. I fed them some scratch and everyone was eating and pecking. I went back out around 5PM to do the head count and close up the coop, and it was shortly after that I found the sick hen. She died so suddenly that poisoning does seem very likely. We do not have any type of poison out that is accessable to the chickens, but we do have many plants around here that are poisonous to chickens. These plants grow wild all over our property. Pig Weed, for example, is listed as poisonous, and heaven knows we have enough of that around here. I think most of these plants are dormant right now, but I suppose chickens could still dig up the root system. It’s hard to know. So far, no other chicken has exhibited any symptoms of being ill.

I’ve spent the majority of this weekend making gifts for my Christmas Victims. Bernie has been keeping the wood stove going and firewood stacked up in the living room. He also brought in a small refrigerator we had in storage and plugged it up in the dining room so we can free up some space in the big refrigerator for something more than cartons of eggs.

Tomorrow Bernie’s heading to Tex’s so the two of them can hook up a snow plow to the little Trail Wagon. A few years ago we bought a second hand Arctic Cat ATV and it came with a snow plow that we never used. Since we use the Trail Wagon for everything around here, Bernie decided it would be nice to put the snow plow on it. It will take a little imagination and fabrication, but I am confident he and Tex will get it hooked right up.

That’s about it from the homestead today. We’re just trying to stay busy so we don’t think about how dad gum cold it is outside. Hope you’re staying warm!

Bee Free,

Penny

Brrrrrr. It’s too early for this!

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

We’ve been having an unusually cold November this year. It’s been going down to the low 20′s and high teens at night for the past few weeks. I found the water in the chicken coop frozen solid many mornings, and last weekend I talked Bernie into helping me insulate the coop. We had to empty the coop completely and put all the nest boxes in the chicken yard for the day. It confused the hens something fierce. A few eventually gave in and layed their eggs in the nest boxes outside – but they were clearly not happy about that. I ended up finding a nest by Bernie’s mower under the lean-to in the back yard with seven eggs in it. I was worried that would become a bad habit for them, but once the coop was put back together, they’ve been faithfully laying in the nest boxes again.

By the way, insulating the coop has worked to keep it at least 15 degrees warmer than it is outside. I know those chickens are happy about that.

I wanted to get a few pictures of the chickens for y’all to see how big they are getting, but it’s been raining here all day. I decided to open the front door and snap a few from there. This is what we are greeted with each time we open the front door:

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Doesn’t that just make you smile? Cute little buggers.

About the time I took that picture the rain really started coming down. Most of the hens headed to the chicken run. Duke and a few of the girls took off to get under Bernie’s pickup. And Bobby Lee stayed where he was – hanging out under the eave of the coop:

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About half the girls are laying now. We usually get 10 eggs a day.

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This is what we’ve done with a lot of them:

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We’ve also given away a few dozen to friends. And, naturally, we eat eggs every single solitary day. I’m certainly not complaining. It’s about time these hens started earning their keep around here.

In the first picture I posted above, you may notice a line of mud in the yard. That’s the trench Bernie dug with the Ditch Witch . Then he buried 1 1/4″ PVC conduit to run the electric wire through. By the end of the week I should have electric in my shed and in the coop. Yay! Then he’s going to run electric to the garage. Yay again!

A friend of ours gave us a deer last week. We hung it, skinned it, and butchered it last Wednesday. We let it soak in a cooler until this morning, when we processed it. Another friend gave us 1/2 of a deer that he shot on our property Thanksgiving Day. He even processed the meat before giving it to us. No matter how it arrives, you really can’t complain about free meat – but it sure was nice to recieve that 1/2 deer ready to go into the freezer.

We’ve been cold on the homestead, and we’ve been busy. And we are still loving every minute of it.

Bee Free,
Penny

Hey – I Got a Blog Award!

Sunday, November 16th, 2008

A big shout out to Molly, at Doing It Naturally, for giving me the Premium Dardos Award. Thanks, Molly. I am truly honored.

“With the Premium Dardos, recognize the values that each blogger shows each day in commitment to transmit cultural values, ethical, literary, personal etc. that, in short, demonstrate their creativity by alive thinking that remains intact from their letters and words. ”

What a really nice way to let a blogger know that their musings and writings are of interest. The rules in accepting this award are:

1. Accept the award and post it on your blog along with a link to the person who has awarded you.
2. Pass the award on to 15 other blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment. Remember to contact each of them to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

My list of 15 blogs is comprised of those I’ve learned a lot from, share a mutual interest with, and/or just plain love reading. Each has its own special way of demonstrating creativity with words, if not actions. They are listed in no particular order because I’d have trouble “ranking” them. I hope you’ll take some time to check each of them out:

Sparrow Haven
Sugar Mountain Farm
Delaware Curmudgeon
Justice Desserts
Life on a Southern Farm
Making it Our Home
Mainely Ewes Farm
Brambleberry Blog
The Inky Spinnery
Losing Our Shirts, Keeping the Farm
This Old Crackhouse
Fancyin’ the Farm Life
The Beginning Farmer
Northwoods Ramblings
Me the Mama

Thanks again, Molly. You made my day!

We’ve been getting rain. Lots of rain. And now it’s getting cold. And windy. This morning we’re getting a little sleet. Oh boy, here we go again.

I’m sure you know by now that I’m not much of a cold weather person. Last year I had to make myself commit to venturing outside at least one time daily during the winter. I think I was successful in meeting that commitment, but I honestly can’t remember. I tend to block out bad memories.

This winter, whether I like it or not, I am committed to venturing outside at least twice daily, regardless of the temperature or anything else Mother Nature tosses my way – because this year I have chickens. And, at the very least, I have to let them out of their coop in the morning, and tuck them in at night. And certainly I’ll have to collect eggs during the day. And then there are the countless number of times each day that a Hamburg will start screaming bloody murder and send me flying out of the house prepared to see a bear eating chickens like popcorn, only to find that the Hamburg simply wandered too far and was a little “stressed” to find herself alone in the yard…… This is going to be a long, cold winter on the homestead.

Bernie rented the Ditch Witch and got the trenches dug to start running electric wire to the outbuildings and coop. The Ditch Witch was an experience unto itself and I wish I had gotten pictures of that monster. It was a huge and scary piece of equipment. My hiney was tingling the entire time Bernie was using that thing. It’s basically a gargantuan chain saw looking thing that you stand behind and try to control as it lurches about and eats a trench in the yard. Bernie handled it beautifully and made short work of the 150 feet of trenching he put in. The chickens and I stood around trembling and fretting, and when it was finished we all ran over to check out the new trenches. The chickens found a lot of nice, juicy earth worms, and I found comfort in the fact that we all lived through it. Bernie laid the PVC pipes on Friday, and as soon as it dries up a little, he’ll start running the electric wire.

I’ve been pickling eggs – LOTS of eggs. 51 of them, to be egg-xact. If you are one of my Christmas Victims, I hope you like pickled eggs.

With all the rainy weather, Bernie spent some time inside, refinishing a Hercules 12-gauge double barrel shotgun that was his grandfathers, and handed down to Bernie. It was made in the early 1900′s, and looked every day of it’s age. When Bernie received it, the stock was broken in a few places and held together with black electrical tape. He fixed the stock with some wood glue, sanded down the stock and forearm, and then re – stained them. It looks wonderful and Bernie is pretty darn proud of it. As you can see:

Is he not the cutest thing? And the gun looks really nice, too. OH – and you can also see the “free” wood stove my father gave us. Don’t let it’s size fool you – that bad boy can pump out some heat. And it has certainly allowed us to keep with our vow of only heating with wood this year.

I guess I should bundle up and go check for some eggs and tend to the chickens. I told them about my Blog Award, but they are not nearly as impressed with it as I am. I explained to them that I am now famous, and mentioned they could at least reward me with a few extra eggs. Judging by the massive amount of eye rolls I got, I’m guessing that’s just not going to happen.

Bee Free,
Penny

In the Kitchen and in the Yard

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

Other than crowing about being The Fish Whisperer, I’ve been busy catching up around here. Tabasco peppers come in just as the weather gets cool around here, and although it’s been cool for a while, I managed to harvest mine before it was too late. I made some hot sauce out of them, and thought you may be interested in the recipe.

Let me explain that true “Tabasco Sauce” (like you buy in the store) is aged in oak barrels for three years. Unless you have three years and all the accoutrements, you may appreciate using a recipe similar to this one instead:

Penny’s Piping Hot Pepper Sauce

2 dozen tabasco fresh peppers (more or less)
1 cup white vinegar
1 heaping tablespoon minced garlic
Salt to taste

Combine all ingredients and bring to a boil. Simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and allow to cool completely. Pour the entire thing into the blender and blend well. Strain through a seive, or something similar. Pour liquid into a bottle.

And there you have it. Some of the best-tasting-kick-your-hiney-hot-sauce you’ve ever tasted.

The hens have been blessing us with about a half dozen eggs a day, so while I was in the kitchen I decided to make some pickled eggs. The number of eggs you use will depend on the size of your eggs. Basically, this recipe is for as many eggs as you can fit in a quart size canning jar. If you are making more, adjust the recipe accordingly:

Penny’s Pickled Eggs with Jalapenos

peeled hard boiled eggs (you may want to enlist your spouse’s help in the “peeling” part of this)
2 cups white vinegar
1/2 to 1 jar pickled jalapenos with juice (depending on how much heat you want)
1 onion, sliced into chunks
1 heaping teaspoon garlic
1 to 2 tablespoon salt (optional)

Combine vinegar, jalapenos, onion, garlic, salt in a saucepan and bring to a boil. Simmer 15 minutes. Fill quart sized canning jar with eggs, leaving 1 inch headspace. Pour hot contents of saucepan over top of eggs, being sure to include the jalapenos, onion, and garlic. Seal the jar with the lid and store in the refrigerator for at least six weeks. Then sit back and try to wait six weeks before opening the jar to taste…..

OK, we’ve spent enough time in the kitchen. Let’s get outside.

Bernie is still chopping and splitting wood for our wood burner. Poor guy – our challenge to only heat with wood this year is certainly harder on him than it is on me. But I am proud to report that it is working, and our home is cozy warm each day because of it. Not that he gets to enjoy much of it….

As I mentioned, these worthless hens are finally giving us some eggs. I’d like to think that’s the result of the countless “pep talks” I’ve had with them these past few weeks. In truth, it’s the result of these hens doing exactly what they want to do. I’m so darn happy to have eggs that I don’t even care why they’re doing it at this point.

With the exception of one, all the hens are laying in the nest boxes Bernie and I labored to make for them. I was worried that allowing them to free range would mean I’d be searching 65 acres looking for eggs each day. But they all lay in their nest box, except one. One little Phoenix prefers to lay on the floor of the coop, regardless of the amount of time I’ve spent begging her to do otherwise. I finally decided to just clean her “laying” area up and that really seemed to make her happy. She leaves us an egg in that spot nearly every day. There’s more than one way to pluck a chicken…….

I do believe we’ll have electricity in our out buildings within the next couple of weeks. I think Bernie is getting desperate for a break in chopping and splitting wood. He mentioned renting a tool to dig trenches so he can lay the wire for the electric to the buildings. Woo hoo! I can be fully illuminated when I tuck the chickens in at night – night gown, house coat, cammo jacket, rubber boots, and all. Now that’s a sight worth lighting up.

We’re doing well on the homestead. This journey continues to take twists and turns, but we don’t mind. We’re just along for the ride.

Bee free,
Penny

A Nice Break

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

The last few days have, thankfully, been very calm. The chickens are doing great – no more tail plucking/picking. They are enjoying free ranging each day – from sun up until down. I can’t tell you how much I love watching them monkey around outside. They typically stay close to their coop and run, but I have opened the front door to find them pecking around the steps, and spied them up at the top of our fenced-in yard.

We’re still making it through the never ending amount of boxes we brought out here from our house in town. I try to spend a couple of hours each day unpacking boxes, deciding what I have room for or can’t part with, and then packing the rest back up. But now that we are completely moved out of the house in town, going through the boxes is relaxing in comparison. And it’s nothing that has to be finished immediately.

It rained all day yesterday. Our rain barrel is filled to the top. I used a little to water some plants I took inside for the winter. We haven’t had rain in several weeks, so a full day of rain was very welcomed. The chicken run got a nice wash down – and so did the chickens. They spent the entire day frolicking around in the rain. One little Phoenix went into the coop for a while, and when she came out I peeked inside and saw she had left us an egg. She was outside playing in the rain again before I could thank her.

We spent this morning cleaning the coop and raking the chicken run. Chickens mulch up leaves really well. After we had raked up all the old leaves, cut grass, and chicken poo that had been in the chicken run for a week or so, we loaded up a few wheel barrels full and covered as much of the garden with it as we could. We’re hoping it will help build up that old shale laden soil we have around here. Then we dumped freshly raked leaves into the run to keep the chickens busy scratching while in there.

We have a nice fire going in the wood stove and just finished eating some turkey chili. I’m enjoying a glass of wine and thanking the heavens that things have calmed down a bit around here. The last few weeks have been a whirl of activity and “situations”. Lordy – country living can be exciting at times.

Bee Free,
Penny

Feather Picking/Plucking and Cannibalism

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

Trust me when I tell you that I can think of about a hundred things I’d rather write about than the subject of feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism in chickens. But I’m afraid this is what we’re going through right now and, in keeping with my promise to share all the ups and downs of our journey into homestead, this is what I’m going to write about today.

Although not everyone experiences feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism among their flock, it is not really a rare occurrence. When I noticed it within our flock, I immediately began researching the subject to learn all I could about the cause of this disturbing activity and, hopefully, find a cure. What I learned is that there are many, many factors that could possibly contribute to it, and very little hope for a cure once it begins within a flock.

I found several studies, most of which were compiled by universities, and most of which dealt with commercial chicken operations. None the less, I was able to identify a few factors that seemed to apply to my flock and particular situation. If you are interested in researching this for yourself, a simple search engine query on the subject will yield several pages of information.

First of all, we were experiencing only feather picking/plucking within our flock. Although there was no cannibalism, it is extremely common that this type of activity eventually leads to cannibalism. It’s difficult to address one without considering the other.

Interestingly enough, Duke was the only chicken that was the target of this activity. In hindsight, I believe I can pinpoint where this all began. As the alpha rooster, the hens adore Duke. They follow him around and fight to lay next to him when he decides to rest a little. I first noticed that the hens had taken to grooming Duke. They would clean any food from his beak, preen him, and pick out old feathers as he began to molt. This is not unusual activity, so I didn’t think much of it. Before long, however, they began picking out feathers in earnest. Soon they focused on his vent area and began breaking off the new feathers, causing the quills to bleed. It also grew from a few hens engaging in this activity to almost all the hens joining in. I should note that it is not painful for Duke, so he is not inclined to put an end to it.

What I’ve learned is that feather picking/plucking typically begins as chickens go into molt. Picking out the old feathers can escalate into this disturbing activity. While some breeds are prone to feather picking/plucking (and naturally, I have a few of them), it can become a learned behavior for the other chickens as they watch it happening with regularity. I’ve also learned that this behavior is typically a precursor to cannibalism. Needless to say, it should be taken very seriously.

While this behavior does not seem to be completely understood, there are a number of things that have been identified as possible contributing factors. As I said, you can query in a search engine to read all of these factors. I’m am only going to address those that I feel pertain to my particular situation.

The most commonly mentioned contributing factor I read about was boredom. Chickens experience almost everything through their beaks. Even those who have only casually viewed chickens will realize that their pecking never ceases. They peck at anything and everything.

While we provide plenty of space for our chickens, their chicken run has been decimated of anything living. There is not a blade of grass anywhere in it. They have always had toys in their coop, and I routinely sprinkle scratch and treats around the run, but that is not enough to keep them entertained the entire day.

If you’ve followed this blog at all, you know that I have resisted allowing my chickens to free range any more than a couple of hours a day in the evening, when I can be outside to supervise them. I have always been terrified a predator will get them, and I have always been extremely protective of them. After observing their behavior for the past week, I’ve determined that boredom absolutely contributes to the feather picking/plucking. As a result, I have decided to allow them to free range from first thing in the morning until they go to bed at night. And while I am still very nervous about it, I would rather lose chickens to a predator than watch them peck each other to death.

We are only on the third day of allowing them to free range, but we are already seeing positive results. So far, there has only been one incident of feather picking/plucking and it occurred the first day they were free ranging. Although they have the opportunity to go anywhere they please, they are still somewhat attached to their run and routinely return there. The first day, Duke returned to the run to take his usual afternoon nap with a group of hens. As they were laying there, one of the hamburgs pecked at his tail feathers, causing one to break off and bleed. At this point, I believe this activity has simply become a bad habit for some of the hens.

While in the coop, they are sleeping, and while free ranging they seem too busy to think about the feather picking/plucking. As a result, this activity seems to only occur in their run. We have filled their run with leaves and freshly mowed grass, and I’ve sprinkled sunflower oil seeds through out it. There has been no feather picking/plucking since.

There are some who feel feather picking/plucking is a result of the lack of protein in the flock’s diet. I routinely feed my flock snacks that are high in protein, but I also give them some snacks that are high in calories, low in fiber, and not very high in protein. I have eliminated all snacks except sunflower oil seeds, which have 16% protein. I am also withholding the scratch until we feel this situation is under control.

I purchased a couple of Flock Blocks, which are blocks of compressed grains formulated for chickens. It is made by Purina Mills and the literature claims it helps encourage healthy pecking and thereby discourages feather picking/plucking and cannibalism.

I’ve also ordered some Hot Pick to spray on Duke’s tail feathers to discourage others from pecking at him, and some Avian Guard 2000, which is supposed to contain minerals and vitamins that chickens ingest and curb their desire to peck and pick on other chickens.

At this point, we cautiously optimistic that we have gotten this unpleasant issue under control. While I am pleased with that, the best course of action is to prevent this type of thing from happening in the first place. I am certain that if I had known more on this subject, I could have prevented it. There may be many contributing factors, but the largest is most likely my flock management techniques. In my defense, I was unaware of the causes of feather picking/plucking. Hopefully, by posting this, those of you with chickens may learn what to watch for and how to address it before it becomes an issue within your flock.

So, in a nutshell, the steps we are taking to end this feather picking/plucking are increasing the protein in the flock’s diet, insuring the chicken run is filled with items to keep them busy while in there, and allowing the flock to free range during daylight hours. As I said, we are cautiously optimistic that these steps are working.

If you are interested in a day to day update, I have started a thread on BackYardChickens. I have been updating it daily and will continue to do so until we feel confident the situation is under control. There have been helpful comments on the thread as well, so if you are currently experiencing this horrible activity within your flock, or would like to learn more about how to prevent it, you may find the BackYardChickens thread useful.

If you have experienced feather picking/plucking and/or cannibalism within your flock, I would be very interested in hearing about how you addressed the issue. Please post a comment, or drop me an email.

Ending this on a lighter note, I looked out the window the other day and saw Bernie standing by his truck, with Duke at his feet staring up at him. As I walked up to them, I heard Bernie saying “Yes, I know it’s a nice truck. And I know you like it. But you can not get up on it. Do you hear me? You can not get up on this truck. Now, go over there and tell all those hens that no one is allowed up on this truck. OK?” I can’t be certain, but I am fairly sure I heard a snort erupting from the hens.

Bee Free,
Penny

Love is in the Air

Friday, October 17th, 2008

Well, maybe it’s not exactly “love”, but the roosters have certainly been…..well….since I try to keep this blog at a PG rating, we’ll just say the roosters have been “affectionate” with the hens lately – very “affectionate”.

Without getting into too many details, my concern of Duke’s size when it comes to being “affectionate” turns out not to be an issue at all. The girls seem to enjoy his attention and he is very gentle with them. Bobby Lee? Not so much.

Bobby Lee is much smaller than Duke. He’s as handsome as they come, but he’s not the Alpha Rooster. Duke is the Apha Rooster – and the hens know this. Not that it stops Bobby Lee from showering the girls with “affection” every chance he gets though. He just has to work pretty hard at it and the girls protest a fair amount. And it is fairly common that Duke scolds Bobby Lee for messing with his girls. Poor little Bobby Lee. He does regularly get “lucky” though and I definitely give him points for his persistence.

I suspect only one or two of the 21 hens are laying right now. We typically find one egg a day. That means, if my math is correct, that there are 19 or 20 free loaders in that coop. I think I’ve been more than patient up to now, but yesterday I found exactly zero eggs. That’s right. We got nothing out of those hens all day long. Zilch. Nada.

Yesterday evening I sat down with the hens and had a little chat. I could tell they felt guilty because the entire time I was talking to them the only one that made eye contact with me was a Black Spanish, who was on my shoulder attempting to peck my eye out. The rest hung their heads and pecked at my toe nails. Duke and Bobby Lee were, of course, excused from the lecture, but they began looking very concerned when I threatened the whole bunch with curbing their treats. When I left Duke and Bobby Lee were fussing at the girls pretty good, so I’m thinking that, with their help, we should begin seeing a rise in egg production on the homestead.

Now that we’ve tackled the lion’s share of the move from our home in town, Bernie is hoping to get electricity run out to the coop for me in the next couple of weeks so that I can more conveniently turn on the heat lamps for the chickens and put a light on a timer to increase the day for the girls. Maybe they’ll stop complaining and start laying some eggs.

I’d start mentioning chicken soup right about now, but those girls are just too darn cute for me to even threaten it. They’ve got me right where they want me. Darn chickens. I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to be this way.

Bee Free,
Penny

What’s All the Squawking About?

Friday, October 10th, 2008

My dad was kind enough to give us his old wood burning stove. We figured it was free, so the price was certainly right. It ended up being as free as a “free puppy”. Once we got it home, we realized we’d need to install a chimney where none previously existed, buy all the pipe for it, put a stove board up, and come up with a fire proof platform for it to sit upon. But at least we got a FREE wood burning stove, darnit! And we really do love it. This year our goal is to use absolutely nothing but wood to heat this house. The stove dad gave us is perfect.

Yesterday, while we were working on the finishes touches involved in installing our “free” stove, I heard one of the hens squawking like crazy. When I looked outside, I could see that all the other chickens were in the chicken yard, but one hen was in the coop, and she was carrying on something fierce. I got really excited and told Bernie “I bet she’s laying an egg!” I went running out to the coop, opened the door, stuck my head inside, and looked all around the coop. No egg. I came back inside quite disappointed.

Later in the afternoon I went into the chicken run to change out the water. As I opened the door and walked into the coop, I saw this:

Can you believe it? These hens are two days shy of 21 weeks, and they are starting to lay! I was excited beyond words. You would have thought I’d found a golden egg – and to me, it was worth every bit as much.

When I ran out looking for the egg the first time, I didn’t step inside. The egg was nestled down in a little divot the hen had dug. When I stepped up into the coop, I saw it right away. What a wonderful day!

The egg was absolutely perfect. A little small, but beautifully shaped with a hard shell. Here’s a picture of it in Bernie’s palm:

Is that not the cutest little thing? And here it is next to a store bought egg (keep in mind the store bought egg is an extra large):

And here it is after I cracked it and put it next to the cracked store bought egg:

Look at the deep, luscious color of that yolk. Yum! I have to tell you that was one fine fried egg. I savored every bite of it.

It’s late in the evening now, and I haven’t found another egg today. I am a little disappointed. I had a little chat with the girls about it when I went in to give them a snack. They seemed surprised to learn that I’m actually expecting a little in return for feeding their worthless butts all these months. I mentioned the home made yogurt, the home made whole wheat corn bread, the meal worms, the garden vegetables they get fairly regularly, and all the time I spend catching crickets and earth worms for them. Other than pecking moles off my legs and hopping on my shoulders to peck at my hair, they didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me at all. Chickens these days. Honestly. You just can’t do anything with them.

Bee Free,
Penny

Timber! and Chicken Training

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

Other than providing you with my entertaining Product Review, I’ve been busy working on adding an on-line shop to the Back to Basic Living website for my bath products. I’ve enjoyed using Etsy, but there is an expense involved in using it and with the cost of everything rising these days, the easiest way for me to keep my selling prices affordable is to offer the products from my own website. I hope to have it up in the next week or two so those of you that have told me you start your Christmas shopping early can continue making the rest of us look bad by getting your bath product gifts a full three months early. There is seriously something wrong with you people.

Eddie came out this weekend and sawed down three especially huge trees that were dead and leaning ominously toward the house. Bernie could certainly have done this himself, but he was not comfortable with the proximity of the trees to the house. Eddie has a lot more experience sawing down large trees and plus, it’s not his house, so his comfort level is greater. My comfort level, on the other hand, was lacking a great deal. I pretty much hid in the house and only stepped outside the door when my curiosity couldn’t stand it any longer. It was at one of the exact moments when I was peaked with curiosity that I stepped just outside the door in time to hear Eddie say “Wow. Brother, that tree is heading the wrong way” and I looked up just in time to see a humong-nificant oak tree land exactly on top of a section of the fence that Bernie just finished putting in not too long ago. It was flattened beyond recognition. I went back inside and prayed I was safe there and wondered if it was too early in the day to start drinking.

In the next few days, Bernie plans on sawing up the trees they took down today and repairing the fence. He’s also promised to start running electricity to my garden shed and the chicken coop. The girls have been fussing about getting chilly the past few nights, so they are pretty excited about having electricity for the heat lamps as the nights get cooler.

And speaking of the girls, I’ve got the Black Spanish hens trained to fly up to my shoulders or arms when I hold my arms out. Occasionally a Phoenix will join them. I was outside playing with them and
had three on my arms and shoulders when Bernie came out with the camera. One of them jumped down, but he managed to get a few pictures of two of them:

Two White Faced Black Spanish Hens and Me

Pretty Black Spanishes

And how cool is it that my shirt matches with the coop exactly?

Cute little bugger.

OK, I admit it. The truth of the matter is that I never trained my chickens to fly up to my arms and shoulders. They trained me to hold my arms out for them as they flew up. None the less, I can talk and they can’t. So I trained them. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Be free,
Penny

Change Can Be a Good Thing

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

As you’ve noticed, we’re going through a few changes around here. I’ve given the website a little face-lift, and I’ve decided to use WordPress as my blogging tool so I can blog on the Back to Basic Living server.

For you, the only changes should be that you need to update your bookmark to point to the new Back to Basic Living Blog, and sign up for email delivery on the right of the page if want automatic email delivery when the blog changes.

You may now leave comments without registering for an account to do so. Your first post will be moderated, but once approved you may comment freely!

Enough about all that. Let’s get to talking about the homestead…..

Well, I was really tickled to learn after my last post that I’m not the only one that has tricked herself with fake eggs in the nest box. I received emails from a few of you that admitted doing the same thing. The details varied, but the bottom line is I’m not the only one! I appreciated each “confession”, but I have to tell you, the one that meant the most to me came from my cousin, who I consider the Chicken Queen of all times. There’s no need to publish her name (Don’t worry, Julie. Your secret is safe with me for sure.) She’s been raising chickens for many years, so it really did make me feel better to learn she tricked herself in a similar fashion. Granted, this happened early on in her chicken raising career, but I chose to ignore that and simply focus on the fact that fake eggs seem to fool a lot of people more than they do chickens. Although every one that wrote me did say that the fake eggs worked in getting the hens to lay their eggs in the next boxes. My cousin did mention that doing this type of thing “runs in the family”. I guess I even found comfort in that little tidbit.

We built an 18 X 18 pole shed off of Bernie’s barn shed. And by “we”, I really do mean “we”. We worked side by side on every single bit of it, except the shingles. And I’ve got the sore muscles to prove it. Bernie put on the shingles by himself because he wanted to finish it quickly and he would have had to wait until the weekend for me to help. Take a look at this beauty:

Pole Shed Front

Pole Shed from an Angle

Pole Shed 2

Bernie wasted no time filling it

That is one fine pole shed there, don’t you think? After seeing Bernie’s ability to design the coop and the pole shed, I’ve requested a screened in gazebo. He rolled his eyes, but did say he would put it on “the list”. Darn that list anyway!

I finally added some recent pictures of the chickens to the Chicken Coop Deville page. Scroll down to the last few pictures on the bottom. Although I know the chickens are growing and changing, it just amazed me to compare the pictures I posted yesterday to the batch I put up just before them. They have really changed a lot in just a few short weeks!

And speaking of changes, we are heading full steam ahead into the fall season. The days are shorter and cooler, and summer is on it’s way out. I already miss it.

So, there you have it. Things have changed around here – from the website and blog to the chickens and the weather. I’m not always a fan of change – but it can be a good thing.

Bee Free,
Penny