New Man on Campus

Charlotte aka Charlie

The little Prince

This will be short on words and longer on pictures. We discovered that Charlotte our white Silkie is actually a Charlie. So because he was all boy and a real Casanova we decided to find him a new home. I also took on a new rooster. He is a Japanese Bantam and really small. I won't have to worry about him pestering the girls because he is so small but he is still a good look out and protector for the girls. We still have the blue (gray) Silkie rooster but I think that will work out OK. Our new boy and "Big Man on Campus" name is Prince so of course we call him the little Prince. He is very sweet and seems to like to be held and fed.

Also just for  grins I am posting some pictures of the garden, always a work in progress. The cedar box in the middle was built by the man (of course) so my youngest girl could have a rose garden. We will be filling that with soil and shopping for roses this next week. Hope we can still find some.

CORN

SQUASH

POTATOES

The Man true to his nature has installed a watering system of soaker hoses that meander through out the vegi beds. Note in the potato picture the timer in the back. This comes on every morning and waters the garden for an hour before I get out of bed and before the chicken door automatically opens for the day. Go figure.

A volunteer in the compost 

Ducks on a slug hunt

I will leave you with pictures of the garden and the ducks that are working tirelessly on eradicating all the slugs from the garden. Check out my other blog. It stars our oldest girl and follows her through her Senior year of high school and her freshman year of college. She is doing them simultaneously through Running Start and includes several exciting projects that she is taking on this year. You can find this at  http://breannesenioryear.blogspot.com/ and it follows her through scuba lessons, her quest to do the 3 day walk for cancer, and her first year at Orca at Everett Community College to name a few.

The Egg and I

It has been a busy summer so far but it's always busy around here. Our youngest has flown off to Boise for a visit and to have a little summer fun. Our oldest just got her first car. We have only been looking since January. The man is still working on his ever growing list. (Finish one, add two) I have been trying to establish the garden and play with the chickens and ducks. We have managed to grow lettuce and peas. The pumpkins came up on their own out of the (apparently) not cooked enough compost that I used in the garden. The zucchini and squash have blossoms and the hope of producing fruit sticking out all over and tomatoes! I went over board on the tomatoes. Apparently some women buy shoes and I buy tomato plants. I have about 17, two of each variety that I was interested in. Hope the family is ready for a lot of cheese and leaves. (basil and tomato, and mozzarella cheese).

The chickens and ducks have grown up. Yesterday we got our first egg, small and light brown and without a clue as to who laid it. Today I suspect it was the light Brahma bantam whom I have named Miss Daisy. I heard a huge commotion in the coop and went running out there only to find her standing in the middle squawking like she had just laid the biggest egg ever. No eggs today however.

The ducks have grown up and to my surprise both are female so I found them a boyfriend and a handsome guy he is too. The girls boss him around though but I guess that is better than the alternative.

I will be busy with my (human) girls this summer. The oldest is taking scuba lessons and doing the Susan Koman 3 day walk. I and my youngest will be helping with fund raising and we have been doing some brainstorming ideas for raising funds. Everything from a dog wash to advertising on our training tee shirts for businesses. My youngest got a nice camera for her birthday and is experimenting with photography. She is also a pretty good writer so I am hoping to surprise her with an activity that has to do with writing. Any way my chicken blog could become a photo gallery for the summer but keep checking back for updates. I am also going to do a blog for the oldest since this is her last year of high school and there is so much going on. Look for a link to her blog. It should be exciting!
A weeks worth of pullet
eggs. They're beautiful!

Chickens and ducks and turkeys. Oh my!

Time has just slipped away from me and now 4 weeks later I will try to bring everyone up to speed on the happenings around here. The farmers market has started up and I have been participating in that until I wrenched my back in the garden. Those veggies better be worth it but I am feeling better now.

My daughter who lives in Boise finished her chicken coup and tractor and sent pictures. Here are the pictures. She has twinkle lights on it at night so she can look out and see if raccoons are lurking about. These are her first chickens and she is even more anal than I am about keeping them safe. She even gets up in the middle of the night to check on them. Oh well they are her first and she only gets to have three since she lives in town. In case you can't see the sign on the coup it says "Eggs, It's what's for dinner".
I also had The Man build a chicken tractor for my girls. Although I have two runs on the coup my girls have eaten and stomped down most of the grass in both of them. So what I do is graze them in the chicken tractor. This gives them access to fresh pasture and keeps them safe from predators. For those who don't know what a chicken tractor is I will explain. Like my daughters my tractor is a rectangular box that is covered with chicken wire on all sides except the bottom. Mine has wheels on both ends so I can wheel it from either end without turning it around. It is also larger 4ft wide by 12 ft long. Thats because I am putting 27 chickens in it. It has a small corner shelf on one end so I can put a water font on it and not have to pick it up each time I move the tractor. It has a door in each end so I don't have to struggle to turn it around every time I need to park it in front of the gate for the purpose of loading the chickens in and out. All I have to do is park it in front of the open gate of the coup open the door and the chickens walk right in. I usually cover one end with an old blanket to provide shade for them while they are 
out in the yard and they are happy. Because I have so many chickens I have to move it about once an hour to keep them supplied with new forage.  

Now on to the newest addition to our barnyard family. The other day I went to get supplies at the co-op and they had ducklings. Now I had not any intention to get ducks. But...... there were two Khaki Campbells left in the group of ducks. I didn't think. I just got them and brought them home. I have been having tons of fun with these little guys. They imprint very quickly and will follow you around especially if you happen to know how to make mother quacking sounds at them. They follow me from the coup to the garden and they love frozen thawed peas. The Man calls it duck candy. Our oldest girl takes them up to her room and after properly covering her bed they make themselves at home on it and keep her company while she does her homework at her desk. The only problem I really see with all this cozy duck stuff is that they get lonely and stand out in the coup yelling their heads off. I have finally convinced them to spend the night in a large dog carrier out in the run by putting them to bed with a bowl of water with peas in the bottom and a dish of chicken food. Buy morning they are ready to be let out to go for a swim in their wading pool. Sometimes that has lettuce leaves floating in it. Yum! They are bug eyed monsters for peas though and here is the proof. Yesterday The Man and I stopped by the farmers co-op to pick up the bentonite that he had ordered. This is to seal the pond that he thinks the ducks need. It's probably a good thing he was with me because they had baby turkeys. I didn't get any. So with that I will sign off.

Squeaky Chick Gets the Treat

I've been gone for a week for spring break leaving my chickens in the care of The Mans 20 year old son. Not that I didn't have confidence in his ability to make sure each and every chick would be cared for as thoroughly as I would myself. After all, he was told by a few people that he better not screw this up or he would never live long enough to regret it. I must have quite the reputation.

Two days before we were to leave one of the light Brahmas (Squeaky) did something to her toenail breaking off the tip and leaving the quick exposed and very bloody. If you know anything about chickens you know that the rest of the flock will not leave this alone and will peck at a wound on another bird until....well the unthinkable could happen. So I brought her up to the house and soaked her toe in an Epsom salt bath. Chickens love a warm foot soak. They protest when you first put their feet in it. Then they fall asleep so you have to hold them up so they don't sit down in the water. Having dressed her toe with a little antibiotic salve  I  handed her to my youngest daughter to baby sit until I could return her to the hen house. This meant Squeaky spent the afternoon wrapped in a towel, sitting on my daughter's bed looking at Facebook. Just before I had to start dinner Squeaky was brought downstairs and placed in a cat carrier with a wire front to watch tv with The Man. She really seemed to be enjoying the attention. She was hand fed, warm, entertained, and didn't have to deal with the nasty bitches in the coup that were trying to kill her. Guess I would feel the same. Daughter #2 and the oldest came home just in time to gleefully sweep Squeaky up to her room for the night.(in the cat carrier) By the next day Squeaky's toe was better and after enjoying a quick breakfast on the kitchen island (also in the cat carrier) she was carefully taken out to the palace and reintroduced to her flock. The quick had shrunk into what was left of the toenail and there was no sign of blood. Just in the nick of time since we were leaving that morning on our vacation. Squeaky returned to her friends in the palace and we along with the family dog squeezed into the family station wagon for our trip.

Twice a day I called the son to check up on the chicks. No I wasn't worried he wouldn't do the job. I just wanted to make sure I was available to answer any questions about any possible problems that might pop up while I was gone. Uh huh. OK so maybe it was more to make sure he hadn't forgotten to do something he was supposed to do. At any rate after outrunning near blizzard conditions with out the required traction tires and making it through the mountain pass just ahead of it being closed we made it home. I headed down to the palace to see how they had all fared in my absence and guess who was waiting at the gate. You guessed it. Squeaky. I took some treats into the chicken run and sat down to get reacquainted with the ladies mostly because I want them to be friendly and tame when they grow up. Squeaky had no problem with this and promptly hopped up on my knee to see if she could hoard all the treats. She's no dummy.

However we do have one chick that I am sure was born without a brain. This little girl (or boy) just has nothing going on upstairs and to make things worse she looks like a clown. She is a blue silky technically but her color is more of a dark grey. I have a feeling she is going to be the subject of future blogs. So on that note I am going to sign off on this post and leave you with a picture of our little clown.

The Case of the Curious chicken

The door motor arrived and The Man decided to install it while I was in town shopping for major groceries. He thought it would be a good idea to do it today since it was raining because he could work inside. Being the mother hen that I am I warned  him the chicks were still too young to go outside in the rain. They don't have all their feathers yet and they will catch a chill unless of course he wants to dry each one with my hair dryer when he gets finished. I also warned him that they would be gathering around his feet while he worked and I didn't want to come home to any crunched chicks. So his solution was to shoo them all over to the other side of the coup and temporarily tack up a piece of plywood to keep them there while he worked. Ya right.

First off they have discovered the out of doors and every time one of us walks into the coup they all run to the door wanting to go outside.They are very insistent about this especially the one I call Rose. Rose is a New Hampshire Red named after another chicken I had years ago. The original Rose was my gardening buddy. Always ready to help me in the garden she would scratch and dig right where I was digging or weeding and I would have to be careful not to cut off her feet with my shovel or step on her.

The new Rose is the one that was the first out the door when I opened it to let the chicks out for the first time. She is also the first one that wants to know what you are doing when you come within view. Apparently she has imprinted on humans because now she is a little pest. (See last post) Pictured at right.
So getting back to The Man and the door opener, he shooed the chicks over and put up the plywood and turned to start working on the door. When he turned back around there were 4 or 5 chicks sitting on the edge of the plywood "wall" watching him and Rose was standing next to his feet. This was great entertainment for house bound chickens on a rainy day. Having no other option he went ahead and finished the job of putting in the timer and automatic door opener being careful not to step on anyone. As usual the door required a test run when he was done. As soon as the door opened out went Rose. I believed he used the words greased lightening. The rest weren't as fast and he was able to shut the door before they escaped. Rose is just an opportunist. I wish I could have seen him trying to catch her when he was finished with the job.

For those who are interested I just discovered that Whidbey has a 4-H club that is sponsoring the first annual chicken coop tour. I am probably too late to enter the Palace in the tour but it has potential for a fun thing to do on a weekend and you get to support 4-H in the process. If you want to check it out here is the link. http://whidbeycoops.blogspot.com

Chopping Block in the Hen House

You may remember a reference in an earlier blog about The Man installing an automatic chicken door in the Palace.  He loves gadgets and is always trying to "build a better mouse trap". He has never built a chicken coup before so asked me questions like "How big does this door need to be?". I have explained how it needs to open and how the chickens will need a ramp to walk down etc. Usually you would make a simple door that consist of a rectangle of wood that slides up and down in two tracks and has a rope that you pull to raise and lower the door. Simple, right? Not for him.
Sitting in my kitchen watching me make dinner one night he spied my plastic cutting board. You know the kind. White plastic about 12"x 18" with a handle on one end.  "That would make a perfect chicken door" he said. I thought he was kidding or nuts. I should have known better. He bought a new one and next day this is what I had in the side of the coup. He has ordered an electric motor to arrive here sometime next week. It is actually a motor that is used to raise and lower blinds on a window and has a timer so you can set the door to open at the crack of dawn and close after dark when the little darlings are roosting for the night. You can find the whole design and article at http://www.buildeazy.com/photo-chicken-coop-beatarticle.html 

The other thing that he decided the ladies were going to need was a covered run. We wouldn't want our chickens to be house bound in the rain or snow now would we? Heaven forbid they should get wet while digging for bugs and worms out in the yard. Over the back area of the coup and above the automatic chicken door and porch we now have a 12 ft. x 6ft clear rigid plastic roof with a 2 ft. overhang to make sure rain doesn't blow in. (Also he just didn't want to cut the plastic roofing).  Clear because everybody knows chickens need all the light they can get in order to keep up the egg production. Sort of a chicken greenhouse. So does this mean eggs are going the way of hot house tomatoes?
The porch, located out side the chicken door, has a small swinging gate that allows me to direct the chickens to one side or the other of the two runs so I can rotate them on and off pasture and give the grass a chance to grow. Are they spoiled or what?

We let the wee ones outside for the first time the other day. At first they all acted as if something was going to eat them. The "outside" was so huge! But after about 5 minutes some of the bigger chicks started pecking and scratching while the smaller bantams just kept looking out the door and refusing to come out. Some walked down the gang plank and others just did a quick dismount hoping to get a 10 from the judges.(See pix on left)

 I finally had to go in and physically shove them out the door and into the world. For those of you familiar with boomerang kids or just adult children that wont leave home this should sound familiar. It is still a little chilly and the chicks don't have mothers' wing to dart under to warm up so they didn't stay out long. I have one New Hampshire Red that wandered around peeping until it saw me sitting on the ground. She decided I looked motherly enough so jumped up on my knee and slid under my arm to get warm. Hopefully the weather warms up more and I will be able to leave them out on their own without worrying about them getting chilled. In the mean time there is tons of stuff to do around here and I better get to it.

Another Case of Spring Fever

Apparently I am not the only one affected by spring fever. My oldest, married daughter who lives in Boise, Idaho has started her garden seeds in her house even though the last frost date for Idaho isn't until May. The seedlings have already grown to the point of having to be transplanted. I think she is going to have a jungle in her house before she gets a chance to plant them. She also e-mailed a picture to me this morning of snow in her front yard. I advised her that if she were to get chicks she would want to do so as soon as possible in order to get eggs before the darkness of winter set in again and cut into egg production. Apparently for her that translated into gardening as well. So wanting to join in the fun she has had her husband build her a portable chicken coup, much smaller than mine and just the right size for three chickens. This is a perfect size for anyone wanting to keep a few chickens in a small back yard. City chickens are becoming very popular. I read an article not too long ago about someone in San Francisco that had a small flock. Check your zoning laws and you may be surprised. Lots of cities allow a few hens (not roosters usually) in towns such as Seattle, San Francisco, and Boise Idaho. This coup is not quite finished. It will have a trap door in the floor with a ramp that the birds can walk down. The underside of the coup will be enclosed with chicken wire, have a detachable run and has handles on the coup like a stretcher so they can move it around the yard for the purpose of grazing the birds and fertilizing the yard or garden. The inside has a perch as of the posting of this blog and she tells me that her three chicks (older than mine by two weeks) like to sit there and look out the window. Can you say CHICKEN CONDO anyone?

Speaking of my chicks, I seem to have inherited 2 more since my last post. A friend of a friend of my youngest teen ended up with two chicks from the feed store (you know the routine. "oh mom they're so cute") and then didn't know what to do with them. I now have two Dominiques which is fine since they are a rare breed and I don't have any of them. They seem to have integrated nicely with the older, larger chicks. They are even joining in the chicken games. Yes I said games. Chicks are like any other baby. They get bored. They play and they make up games. The favorite one seems to be "Lets fly across the box and smack into the wall" game. Another is fly across the box, knock over a few fellow nursery mates, and land in front of the one that is a suspected rooster. Then both jump up and down in front of each other in a faux cock fight. They both walk away to find another game. How about king of the perch? Chicken version of king of the mountain. Eventually, overcome with exhaustion and the warmth of the brooder lamp they take a little power nap falling asleep on their faces into the chips in the bottom of the box. More siblings pile on making a fuzzy pile or spreading tiny winglets out to catch the rays from the lamp looking almost dead but happy. Here is one pix of  my "teen age" chicks. Who said chickens were stupid. These are all faces of intelligent chickens.

As much fun as it is being a surrogate chicken mom, I am looking forward to these chicks, once grown, raising their own families. Most chickens have that instinct bred out of them but I know from experience that the bantams are ferocious mothers and will raise anything they can get their butts on. It is a whole different experience and one worth doing.

Who the H@$# is Calling This Early!

6:30 AM and the phone is ringing off the hook. The kids have stolen my bedroom phone so I stumble out of bed and into the kitchen to look for it before it goes to the answer machine. Stumbling over the dog next to the bed and running into a kitchen chair I grab the phone about half a sentence into a message that someone is trying to leave. "Hello".

"Hi Sue? This is Ann from the post office. Your chicks have just arrived. You can come to the back door and ring the bell to get them."

"Oh my god! Really? Ok! Thanks"!

I Stumble back into the bedroom screeching and whispering at the same time for the Man to "Get up!" bashing into walls and trying to find clothes to put on.

"Oh crap! The heat lamps need to be turned on! I'm not ready! We gotta go get them! I gotta get the waterer's filled! Where are my shoes. I have to go turn on the lights so it will warm up!........."

Right about that time I think the man was thinking how he could just shoot me. He went out to the palace and turned on the lights to warm up the brooder box and started the jeep so we could go. He wasn't fooling me. He was excited too.

About that time our youngest teen slid into the kitchen rubbing her eyes and wanting to know who called. She always thinks its for her and it would be a crime if she missed a call. "The chicks are at the post office!" She ran back up the stairs screeching the news yelling at me that they where going to leave for school late today.

The post office is just a few minutes away but HE decided to take the long way around."Where are you going?!!"

"Will you just chill? I'm getting the jeep warm before we get them. Don't get your panties in a bunch".

OK so there was frost on the ground but we finally got there and rang the bell. Like an expectant grandma I snapped pictures while The Man accepted the box from the post mistress. Peeping all the way home I carried the box into the kitchen and into the waiting hands of two excited girls that were dying to get their hands on them. After about 15 minutes of holding and looking for the special chicks they had requested the girls went off to school and I was able to get the little peeps their first drink of water since being hatched.

Very few people know that these little guys are hatched and packed and sent off in the mail without food or water. At the time of hatch chicks absorb the yolk in the egg and that sustains them for up to 3 days. Guess the egg really is the perfect food.

The Man and I spent the rest of the morning adjusting lights, rearranging water fonts and food dishes and just watching our little charges. After lunch we were both ready for a nap. How can something so little be so much work. But instead The Man got busy building the outside runs and I got busy with the on going garden construction.

I went on with my day checking on them every half hour or so until the girls got home. At that point we had built in baby sitters. I find this amusing since one of them is old enough to drive and the other will be taking drivers ed next year. I'm sure it will be short lived.

Did I mention that The Man is a gadget guy? He bought an electronic thermometer with a wireless monitor that you can set a high and low alarm on. If the temp in the brooder box goes below or above a certain temperature a persistent alarm goes off. Hmmmm. Guess we wont be getting much sleep tonight.

The Palace Comes Together

And just in time. It is getting down to the wire for the babes to show up but the man has all the windows in and the inside door separating the two halves of the building done.

Today I will go to the feed store and get supplies. Feeders, waters, chick starter, grit, and chips for bedding. I found an extra large box and the heat lamps to keep the little bugs warm.

The man is finishing up the building and will start digging post holes for the runs. One on each end of the building. My job is to paint. Thats always my job but it wont get done before the big day.

BTW if anyone would like help or advice on how to build or design a chicken coup I would be glad to help. Email or just leave a comment on this blog. This isn't the only coup design in the world but they all have the same requirements for keeping healthy happy chickens.

Moving right along...

We are moving along in our venture. You probably have noticed that the dates on this blog are also all in February. I was a little late getting the text started but I made sure I took the photos for the construction on the Chicken Palace. These pictures were all taken in January. I will be playing catch up for the next few days putting in posts that should have been done a month ago so hopefully you will be patient while I catch up to the current date. I also had the problem of learning how to use my new camera that I got for Christmas and downloading the software so I could post to this blog. So much to learn that I really don't want to know!

So as you can see The Man started shortly after the New Year and we now have a roof! Only five windows, a door, four walls, a covered fenced run, nest boxes, roost,.....uh.. ya. It will happen. I hope. I think. I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE MAN! I will help. I will go to the feed store and get The Man some inspiration.

The local feed store got their first order of chicks in today and I almost couldn't resist taking just two of the little fuzz balls home. One of the girls was really pushing to get two of them with promises of keeping them in her room. I don't know how I resisted but I managed to walk out without them...today. For now I will just have to be satisfied with getting my equipment ready for the delivery of my chick order. Tomorrow's another day.

Spring in January and the Chicken Palace

A new year and with Christmas boxed up and sent packing my mind turns to more springlike endeavors. Seed catalogs are rolling into my mailbox along with catalogs from the many hatcheries that have tantalized me with pictures of heritage chickens, geese, and ducks.

I am bugging The Man to get out there and start the new "Chicken Palace" and true to his word he made the arduous (and expensive) trip to the lumber store. Of course he may have received inspiration when I told him I had ordered 26 chicks to arrive here in February. Guess he doesn't really want them in our laundry room.

The palace is designed to mirror the architecture of our house and will include a storage loft and potting area or hobby side with the chickens on one side and my stuff on the other. We also have plans to install an automatic door to close shortly after dark so if I am not home in time from some shopping excursion, my feathered darlings will be safely tucked away in their portion of the palace away from night time predators. (More on this later). All this of course will be neatly executed by The Man. I will put it on THE LIST.

Yes I really did order 25 chicks. (The 26th chick is a free one chosen and sent by the hatchery) Our girls wanted Silkie Bantams and selected 4 of them. One of each color. Black, white, buff, and blue. I selected 2 light Brahma bantams and added Buff Orpingtons, large light Brahmas, New Hampshire reds, Black Austalorps, and Speckled Sussex just to round out the flock with hens that will actually lay a respectably sized egg. Hopefully the 26th "free" chick won't be the ugly "turkey neck" breed. This is a really ugly chicken that looks like it got a head transplant from a small turkey. I can't imagine any self respecting rooster having amorous thoughts for this one no matter how desperate and if that one comes with my lovely ladies I will be desperate to unload it.

I have every confidence that the new digs will be ready and waiting for the babes when they get here but just in case I think I better go assist The Man.