Posts Tagged ‘chickens’

Which came first? The fence, the chicken or the corn?

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

We had friends helping us Saturday evening.
While Chanan and I were weeding and putting down weed barrier in the final section of our primary garden area, Marilyn, Rachel and the children were planting corn, beans and squash/melons in a different area of the garden.

We went back yesterday to fence it off, and, mysteriously, the corn had vanished.

So, while Marilyn and Sam reseeded the area with corn, Nathan and I started putting up a short electric fence. Before Marilyn and Sam had finished putting the corn down, there were 3 chickens following them… and EATING THE CORN!!!

I picked up a shovel and started smacking the ground by them and “shooing” them off. But they were persistent. Once they had that taste of corn, there was n stopping them!!

We finally got them out of there and Sam helped Nathan and me put the short electric fence up.
NO sooner had we finished, when Marilyn (in this adventure, entitled “spreader of gloom”) mentioned “it’s too short – the chickens will hop right over it”.

So, Nathan, Sam and I put up electric poultry fencing around the short electric fence – it should keep them out now… (Famous last words)

But, in any case, we know that, for next year… we’ll prepare the soil, put up the fence and THEN plant the corn. Those pesky chickens, anywho!

–Pat

Weasel meets the “Machete Man”

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Well, starting about 2 weeks ago, our chicken flock has slowly been depreciating – at a rate of 1 hen every few days. This past week, it was upped to 1 chicken dead every other day – always around dusk – we would find a warm body with the tell-tale signs of weasel attacks – the hole in the neck area with blood sucked out.

This past weekend our son saw the critter and attempted to skewer it with a pitch fork. But last night, it returned and killed one of our large, black austro-lorps.

This afternoon, the weasel got brave and attacked a large turkey tom in broad daylight. Nathan was going into the barn when he saw it on the turkey – he hit it with the blade of his machete (he had been hacking weeds with it) and it took off and ran straight into a metal trashcan (used for feed). he said it left blood on the trashcan, so it must be bleeding pretty badly.

Nathan and Marilyn butchered the turkey, since it was still alive, but mortally wounded. he said “it’s ok dad, it was Thanksgiving”.
YOU see, Nathan had named the 3 remaining toms – Thanksgiving, Christmas and Tom. Tom was to be the sire for the hens we have…

Our flock has been reduced from 75 layers to 44 in the course of 2 months, so we are down to about half the egg production we had in June. Instead of 6 dozen per day, we are getting between 2 and 3 dozen.
We ordered more hens, and have about 10 – 15 left of 50 we had been raising, that should start laying this next month.

By February, we should be back to 6 or 7 dozen eggs per day – but in the meantime, I have to put some 1/2″ hardware cloth all around the bottom of the barn walls – immersed in concrete, so the weasels, minks and other vermin couldn’t possibly dig under it. And I thought I was finished with that part of the barn addition…

Biological nuisance

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

My daughter used to say that chickens were evil…

I never really believed her until we purchased and raised these pesky Golden Comets!

It’s planting time, so I fenced off the garden area and fenced off where the “diabolical-biologicals” were. Our other flock, a mixture of Black Austral-Orps, White Rocks, Bard Rocks, Rhode Island Reds, Buff Orpingtons and other brown egg layers… further up the yard – in part of the orchard, are content to roam about inside their movable poultry netting, and have been for over 2 years. Never a problem with them at all. They could care less about the garden – there is plenty to eat on the ground under the fruit trees…

Not so with the Golden Comets. They go out of their way to “break out” of their “confinement” – and they rummage through everything looking for a square meal. They get out of the movable poultry netting, the poultry wire fence to hold them at bay, and through the poultry wire fence around the garden and into the garden – and then they eat the yummy leaves off of the freshly planted “you name it”!

First the tomato plants, then the sweet potatoes… And they come down to the house and dig up the flower beds next to the sidewalk! I come home to a HUGE mess to sweep off of the sidewalk – straw, mulch, dirt, anything loose in the beds is scattered helter-skelter, everywhere.

Of course, I can’t complain about the delicious eggs they leave us.

–Pat

The Egg Hunt

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

With a background in electronics, computer hardware, software, and networking, I have developed a knack for troubleshoot things. Sometimes, on the farm – it isn’t quite that easy.

Dealing with “electrically alive” systems is NOT the same as dealing with “biologically alive” systems. There are some things I just don’t know, or understand about the biological systems – but then, I might add, neither do the geneticists that insist on tampering with the natural rhythm of life on this planet and destroying natural species of plant and animal – or modifying them without fully considering the repercussions of those alterations – but… I’m walking down a bunny trail here.

The “system” in this case is the chicken, and the issue is the mysterious loss of eggs. Eggs from our 70+ hens. Normal output is approximately 4 dozen of these little golden treasures on any given day.

We have had chickens for about 3 years now, and they don’t seem to be a mystery to us any longer – or should I say, they didn’t seem to be a mystery. We have read numerous books, done research on the web, and of course – we have at least 3 years of experience…

We have had lapses in laying in the summer due to weather changes, or stress ( like when the boys forget to water them in the middle of summer and it’s 90 degrees outside), or because of the decrease of light-hours per day. But I must admit, that all my troubleshooting prowess had failed me miserably on this issue.

We were missing eggs!! No, the farm dogs didn’t get them and no animals got them – there were no telltale signs.. .like the cracked pieces of shells left over. Plus, when a varmint gets eggs, they usually like them so much… they come back for the layer!

Anyway, the chickens had been down in production for about 2 weeks. I did notice that there were a lot of feathers around – more than usual – but I didn’t put 2 + 2 together. I had sent the boys on an egg hunt – to the hay barn, out in the fallow pasture where there are tall grass and some weeds – all of the places that chickens like to hide eggs ( but where we always find them).

It wasn’t until I received an email this morning from my lovely wife that everything came back into perspective – the chickens were molting!

Well, of course they were! I had read up on this phenomena; once a year, they will lose all of the feathers and replenish them. A new coat – and it takes all of their energy to manufacture it. We had this happen 2 summers ago, but it was not to this extent – not all hens molted, and it was in summer. We are in the middle of an out-and-out revolt! I mean “remolt“! It seems that this year, all 70+ hens decided to  molt at the same time!!!

Well, I have to explain this to our customers who have been very happy with egg delivery – until the last 2 weeks. And I have to tell them that it could last a couple of weeks longer.

I guess once you get over 50 – the first troubleshooting step should be to make sure your own memory system is functioning normally before attempting to troubleshoot any other type of system. And if it’s a biological system – all bets are off…

Pat

Black hens in the black of night- 12/07/2007

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

Last night, we had some pretty strong winds – So, I went out to check the animals.

Sure enough, the 2 chicken tractors holding the 25 black Austral-orp hens had blown over, and the chickens were not in them.

Well, it was pretty hard to see solid black hens in the solid black night! I went back in the house and got Nathan. We went out with flashlights, and when we spotted a cluster of them huddling, we would lay down our flashlights and catch as many as we could and relocate them to a larger house for the night. This went on for about 30 minutes, but we think we got all but one – that one elusive chicken was no where to be found, so we called it a night ( since it was after 10:30PM).

I’m awaiting a report from Nathan this morning on the actual head count of chickens…