Livestock: Chickens 1 Month To First Egg

The chicken prequel article took many words. The buying and first month posts took lots of words also. After that point, not much happens until they start laying eggs. They settled into their new home quite nicely. Their run is a slightly irregular rectangle about 10' x 15'. Before they moved into the area, that part of the yard was a compost pile, a potato bed, grass, chickweed and wild strawberries. After a month and a half, it was nothing but dirt. They didn't seem to care, although treats were much more appreciated once their run was bare.

My recent research shows that treats can be complex or simple. Mostly, we fed them anything that was leftover, not fatty and not salty. Fortunate for them, July to October are the best months to be a chicken (I would imagine). We fed them corn cobs, carrot tops, peas, weeds, and other miscellaneous things. One time, I fed them some leftover fish which they gobbled up. Common advice recommends that treats shouldn't make up more than 10-15% of their diet. I have no idea if that means by weight or by volume. For that matter, I don't even really know how much they eat by weight or by volume anyway. Despite being totally unsure of these metrics, I think I do a pretty good job of meeting that percentage. Basically, from what I have read and things that I read between the lines, you can give chickens pretty much anything in moderation. I try to keep their treats protein-rich so that I don't dilute their feed. Other than that, I don't really think about it.

So what else happens in the early life of a chicken? Not much other than growing. But boy do they grow! The biggest problem I had was dealing with their waterer. When I moved them to the coop, I got a big (expensive) galvanized waterer. Apparently, 5 of the chickens learned how to use the roost. One preferred to roost on the waterer. Every morning I had to swish out a bunch of chicken poop. Every evening I had to swish out a bunch of litter so they wouldn't have to go to bed thirsty. Eventually, that little lady learned that the roost was better and I haven't had problems since. It was pretty comical the first night she jumped to the roost. I closed them in for the night and saw 3 chickens heads in the window, where there were usually 2. She apparently decided that she wanted a window seat.

I suppose I said I only had one problem with the chickens, and technically, that's true. I did, however, have a problem for me, caused indirectly by the chickens. Chickens make a lot of poop. No problem, we compost kitchen scraps, so poop and litter will just give us more compost. Well, that's good in theory. My previous composting was a hands-off approach. I just kept piling things in. In spring, I would move all the uncomposted stuff from the top to the side and pull out all the good compost underneath. Initially, I was doing the same thing until the previously mentioned problem occurred. The problem was flies. We have always had occasional flies, but they never reached nuisance level until we got chickens. The problem was, even after I started turning and covering the compost, we already had a cycle of fly breeding going on. No matter what I did, I couldn't get rid of them until the weather cooled in Sept. I'm going to have to come up with a solution to prevent that next summer. Sitting on the deck became a frustrating experience.

One of the hardest parts of this period of time in chicken raising was the waiting. We got them for eggs. Sure, I didn't expect to have a break-even point happening quickly, but I couldn't help but wonder when they would start laying. The books said to make sure you have the nest box in place no later than 18 weeks. Well, that's something to do while I wait... Check! Well, it's at least fun watching the kids feed them weeds through the fence. Hmm, any eggs yet? Nope. How about now? Nope. When the *!$% are these things gonna lay eggs. The coop and the fencing and the chickens and the equipment and the litter and the feed just keep ticking red dollar signs in my head. Plus, the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) eggs only run through the end of October. Maybe some internet searches will give me some better ideas about when they will lay.

Well, according to my research, chickens (generically speaking) start laying between 18 weeks and 1 year. Laying breeds usually start early and most sources consider Rhode Island Reds to be laying breeds. Most of the specific references to Rhode Island Reds which I found had people getting eggs right around the 5 month mark. Well, one morning, precisely 136 days after they were born, I went out to the coop to let them out into the run, refill their food and check their water. I was talking to my wife, who happened to be holding the baby. As I opened the coop door, there on the floor was a totally unexpected egg!!!

I suspect (OK, I agree with my wife's suggestion) that the egg was laid by a chicken on the roost. Apparently, we weren't the only ones surprised by the first egg. Every egg she laid after that has been in the nest box. Now, if only she would convince all her friends (sisters?) to join her in making our breakfast.

There's a lot of room in that carton.

Livestock: Chickens - Raising to 1 Month Old

Chickens grow fast. They have been specifically selected over generations to grow as fast as possible with as little food as possible. Within a very short time they go from cute and fluffy to this:
It should be obvious from this picture, but they are outside after only a month of living. At about 2 weeks, they started jumping up to the top of the waterer. The top of the waterer is almost precisely half way out of the fish tank that they were living in. A quick trip to the dollar store got me three cooling racks which fit perfectly over the top but still allowed for air circulation. That said, they were only going to get bigger.

As I mentioned in my previous chicken post, we cancelled the coop order. That means the race was on. I had to build a coop faster than the chickens grew. My wife took the kids out of town for the weekend and I started building. The big lessons learned? Building something square and true on a grass covered slope is an exercise in futility. I ended up with everything relatively square except the top, front is about 2 inches wider than the bottom front. The other lesson is that it's a pain in the ass to build a structure where the trim doubles as the structural framing. Consider how impossible it would be to build a house by tacking up the exterior trim tor itself and then filling in the walls from the inside. Needless to say, I got it done with much frustration and copious amounts of swearing. I think it turned out pretty nicely.



One thing to note, I didn't finish the nest box at this time. It's ideal if it's not accessible so that they don't think it's a good place to roost. Speaking of roosts, that was something else I didn't install. They wouldn't have been able to reach it at 1 month old and I wasn't quite sure of the configuration either.

Livestock: Chickens - Part 1 (Baby Chicks)

If you read my Chicken Origins post, you know why we now have chickens. That said, I now intend to explain how one goes about getting chickens, raising chickens, harvesting eggs from chickens with absolutely no experience. It all started with a book. Actually, I suppose it all started with 5 or 6 books. I personally liked Storey's Guide to Raising Chickens. My wife felt it was geared towards someone starting out in a commercial/farming venture but that was part of what I liked about it.

After devouring most of the books cover to cover, we considered our sources for chickens. Every bit of advice recommends not buying eggs and hatching them. Given my luck with starting seeds for the garden, this seems like good advice. Actually, I can't see ever trying to hatch eggs for anything other than meat birds. There is too much risk and variability. You could end up with 20 chickens or no chickens. We considered buying some pullets from the local county fair, but that would mean waiting until August (and like everything, we wanted them NOW!). We could try to find a local farm, but that seemed like more of an adventure than a process. Plus, there was the added risk of bringing in infected or infested chickens to our virgin yard. In the end, we decided to get day-old chicks. For what it's worth, I wouldn't have done it any other way. How adorable are day-old chicks? I think day-old ducks might be slightly cuter, but baby chicks are pretty freaking cute.

So, how does one get day-old chicks? Well, in our case we mail ordered them. My wife placed the order, so I have no idea what the hatchery is. She initially placed an order for a coop, nest boxes, and chickens from some place in Texas. They delayed the shipment for two weeks because the nest boxes were back-ordered or something. The order was promptly canceled. We didn't want to deal with an unreliable source. After my wife revealed that she didn't really like the coop we ordered anyway and she really liked one she saw on a website, it was resolved that I would build a coop. A new order was placed with the previously mentioned unknown hatchery for 5 day-old chicks. We really only wanted 3 or 4 chickens. Everything that we read said that it was quite common to have one chick die in shipping or shortly thereafter, so the minimum order of 5 seemed perfect. As it turns out, the hatchery must have read the same books, so they sent 6 instead of 5. Guess what? All 6 arrived safe and sound, happy as little, fluffy, yellow clams.

We decided to buy Rhode Island Reds. This was almost a given for many reasons. First, we wanted we wanted something that gave a decent quantity of eggs. Second, we wanted something with decent meat in case we found chicken raising unbearable. Rhode Island Reds are listed as dual-purpose breeds in most books so they fit the bill. Of course, it would almost be sacrilegious to have anything other than RI Reds in Rhode Island. Plus, they are touted as being friendly, peaceful birds which is a plus when you have two small children.

So, how does one receive live baby animals? Well, they are sent through the US mail. The post office calls you when they show up. You take an extended lunch break so your wife doesn't have to try to lug two kids to the post office to pick up live birds. Then, you consider not going back to work because they're just too freakin' cute. They came in a small but very heavy weight corrugated cardboard box with plenty of air holes. There was some stiff straw of some sorts pressed into the sides and bottom of the box. The experience at the post office was an interesting one. I told the guy that my wife got a call that they have our live birds. He goes in the back and after a couple minutes, I hear a faint, "Peep, peep, peep." It got louder and louder until he put the peeping box on the counter. It was certainly one of those moments when you are absolutely certain that everyone in the place is staring at you in either horror or amusement.

I drove home from the post office with said peeping box. We had their temporary home all set up for them. We decided to use an old 29 gallon fish tank with a layer of softwood shavings (covered by a paper towel for their first few days). They all drank right off the bat. After a few hours, they had even found the food. We had a 75 watt infrared bulb to keep them warm which we got at the pet store. We had that in a cheap clip-on reflector which we got from Home Depot. Taking the temp with a digital instant read thermometer, it was 92 degrees right under the light, tapering down to the low 80s at the far edge of the tank.

6 Baby Chickens Born June 1st 2010

Home Improvement: My War With Ants

I am having an epic battle with ants and they are winning. Last year I had carpenter ants in the spring and sugar ants in the fall. I got some traps which did nothing. After researching on the net, I found a recipe for homemade bait using boric acid, sugar and water. That seemed to do the trick.

This spring, the carpenter ants came back. I mixed up a fresh batch of bait which did the trick again. There was only one problem. Apparently, the carpenter ants were a food source for thief ants. Now that they were hungry, they came into the house looking for food. The bait had no effect on them because they are "fat" ants. Fortunately, they seemed to find some other outside food source so that problem solved itself.

At the same time, I was facing an attack on a second front. While I fought back the advancing hordes coming through my bedroom window, a division of sugar ants began flanked me and started attacking from the rear. In other words, they were coming in through my front door threshold.

These little nuisances were particularly hard to fight. I mixed up some more bait, but they had an abundance of crumbs to choose from. Continuing the war analogy, I suffered countless friendly fire incidents from my kids. Whether it was the bait or the weather or something else, they eventually went away.

Now it is fall again and I have sugar ants again. This time, they decided to launch an attack on my supply lines (aka, my kitchen). They found a way through the weather stripping. Since winter is coming and the weather stripping needed to be replaced anyway, I have been working on that. So far, I replaced both the back and front door jam weather stripping. I added some foam stripping to the windows. Finally, I replaced the door sweep on the back door, since that was the point of entry. I have faith that I will win this war. I have another sweep, which is good because my wife just told me she encountered an advanced scout trying to infiltrate my communication network (the mail/front door). If all else fails, I might have to initiate a troop surge (outdoor bait/poison).

Livestock: Chickens: Origins

In medias res is a Latin phrase denoting the literary and artistic narrative technique wherein the relation of a story begins either at the mid-point or at the conclusion, rather than at the beginning.

We have chickens. Most people who post about animals start from Day 1 or earlier and detail all their exploits. I had the though about doing that, but never got around to writing anything detailing my activities. Oh well. Better late than never, right?

So, the background: I am really interested in self sufficiency. If I could live off-grid AND keep my day job and live relatively close (minutes, not hours) to the beach in New England, I would be happy. One impediment arises almost immediately. Land prices around here are ridiculous. I couldn't even hope to put my hands on an acre, let alone the 100,000 square feet (about 2.5 acres) of land that my town says I must have to be able to produce agricultural products. Good luck convincing animal control that a cow or a couple pigs are pets that you plan to eat. In fact, a few years ago, a kid with a mental disorder (autism, I think) had his therapeutic pet miniature horse evicted because the family didn't have the right to keep horses. That said, a miniature horse isn't much bigger than a dog. To attest to this fact, a family down the street has one and they were walking it in a field, and from a distance, I though, "Holy crap, that is one huge dog!"

Which brings me back to my topic, I have chickens even though I technically don't meet the minimum criteria for keeping them according to my town. I figure, the guy down the street has a freaking horse, so...

So, how did it begin? Well, about 3 years ago, we signed up for a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program at a local farm. It was a pretty good deal for what we expected to get. Our production from our gardens in the backyard was somewhat underwhelming. We signed up for eggs and veggies. The only thing keeping us from signing up for the meat was that it was so ridiculously, insanely expensive that it wasn't worthwhile for us. We participated for a couple years, but like everything, the price went up. We planned to cut back to just eggs for the summer. My wife had the idea that we could put the money we would have spent into improving our gardens and it would give us far more production than we could ever hope to get from the CSA.

That left us with a good supply of vegetables, plus eggs. The self-reliant side of me, however, couldn't leave well enough alone. I just couldn't get over paying store prices for low grade meat. If only there was some way to grow meat at home, on a quarter acre house lot. I thought about leasing land. I thought about buying a fully fleshed out animal and having it butchered. I thought about buying a bow and arrow, teaching myself to hunt and going out to try to take down a buck. All of these options have pros and cons. All of them are still in the back of my mind for consideration at some point in the future.

What really kept gnawing at me, however, is that I like the thought of co-located production and living facilities. If I have the animals in the back yard, I can raise them, care for them, and butcher them, all myself. After thinking and thinking and thinking, I had the thought that small animals would be the way to go. My first thought was chickens, followed by ducks as an alternate. I had land in one town which required 2 aces for horses but 5 for chickens, so I figured an alternate preliminary plan was a good idea. I looked into the ordinances and was discouraged to learn that my town considers chickens, turkeys, ducks, cows, sheep, goats, horses, grains, and honey as agricultural products which require 2.5 acres. Well, that's annoying. Seriously. Commercial places raise chickens in cages where they can barely move, but I have to have 2.5 acres?

I took another churn of my brain and another read of the ordinance. All of a sudden, it popped into my head that rabbits are supposed to be good eating and they were not listed as being agricultural. I convinced the wife enough that she tentatively agreed with me. I picked a book up at the library and read it cover to cover. I started to price out equipment and figured out the return on investment (ROI). Needless to say, either it would take a long time to make back the equipment purchase or we would have to eat a lot of rabbit. What does rabbit taste like anyway? Well, that was really my wife's concern. Sure, we have chicken and/or beef once or twice a week, but she never even tried rabbit.

I was hovering somewhere between keeping it on the back burner and just calling it a crazy scheme (the only kind of scheme worth having). The last pockets of interest were still occasionally bubbling to the surface though. On one of these occurrences, my wife through out a crazy scheme of her own... "Why don't we just get chickens? The guy down the street has a freakin' horse."

One rule that I have found to be inviolate in lasting relationships. People either have complimentary roles or contradictory roles. In other words, one person is full of crazy schemes and the other person is the sane, rational one who points out the obvious. I am said crazy-scheme-guy. I have a wacko idea. My wife brings me back to reality. That's the way things work. One reason I say the rule is inviolate is that bad things happen when Mrs. Sanity throws a little crazy of her own on the table. In this particular case, we ended up with chickens.

A few of the details: We ended up getting Rhode Island Reds. We wanted something that was hardy. We also wanted something that was somewhat of a dual purpose breed, in case the neighbors ratted us out and we had to eat them (The chickens, not the neighbors). We planned for 4, but ended up with 6. The have a nice split level coop and a run which is a pretty good size for a decent life as a chicken. I'll get into some more specifics about what we have and the process of getting them in my next post. As it is, this post is already really wordy and keeps getting wordier (hey, spell check says that's a real word) as I type.

Gardening: Yard and Garden Plans

I started by making a list of all the things I want to do, categorized so that I could follow some sort of plan. Because of my longstanding interest in yard/garden stuff, I picked that category first. I realized something. This could be a really long list. For instance, I hope one day, in the middle-distant future to purchase a second home/piece of rural land of some sorts. That could count as a yard/garden plan in my mind. What about when I get to the travel plans. Should I say I want to wander Brazil collecting mineral specimens on the same list when I say I want to cut down a maple tree?

Of course, I could. This is my blog. I can do whatever I feel like and you can't stop me. Unless, of course, you're the good people at Google who provide the blogger service; Or a hard core hacker who wants to steal all my secrets buried deep within my generic blog site; Or the government. Those guys can stop you from doing just about anything though judicial legislating, executive orders and incontestable, but overreaching laws.

Back on topic... This is the list of yard and garden stuff I want/need to do in the semi-near term. I know I won't get it done in what's left of this outdoor season. I also know I won't even get it done next year. That said, if you don't have a plan, how can you ever hope to achieve your goals and complete those plans?

So, here is my list of yard and garden plans. I didn't include things that happen every year, like planting and lawn mowing. I plant every year. If I finished the list in 1 year, I would add it, but I don't want to uncross something from the list because I need to do it again.

• Install a third raised bed
• Improve fertility/organic matter to the yard/gardens
• Expand flower garden.
• Remove maple tree
• Add drip irrigation
• Expand shade garden
• Plant more spring flowering bulbs
• Make low hoops to cover raised beds for winter production
• Start vegetable/annual plants from seed
• Eliminate front yard lawn weeds
• Even out front yard
• Grade soil on the West (high) side of the house to aid rainwater removal
• Install foundation drain
• Add front walk/path
• Add front fence
• Encourage neighbor to replace fence
• Repair stone wall
• Fill driveway holes and seal

Some of the things on the list might need some elaboration for an unfamiliar reader. For instance, the fence between me and my neighbor is not so much a fence, as pieces of rotting down wood which was once probably a really nice fence. Another example, I do try to start vegetables every year from seed. I have tried every year. One year, I even doubled my electric bill trying to provide enough light to get decent plants, to no avail. Something always goes wrong. Usually, that something is me forgetting to water them on a critical day. So, really, the plan should say "Get better at..." instead of what it does say. I wouldn't even have that one on the list, except that plant variety and quality is decreasing and price is increasing in my area. I'll be damned if I am going to pay $4 for 1 week old basil seedlings. If you happen to care about my progress, here is a link to the bare list which I will update, as things are accomplished.

Random Thoughts: New Focus

I haven't posted anything in a really long time. I lost focus. I lost motivation. I pretty much lost every desire to write anything more than facebook updates. Lately, I have had motivation and a very tiny amount of time. Apparently, this is what I decided to write.

Anyway, it is my intention to start writing. The question is, what do I write about? Well, my biggest problem is that I have many interests which quite literally change with the season. Right now, I am thinking about self sufficiency, car restoration, and politics among other things. In another month, I will be thinking of winter activities. After that, garden planning, etc.

I could never do justice to any of these topics. I certainly never provide a value greater than other sites on the net. Thinking about this, I realized something... I don't care. I plan to write mostly for me from here on out. I will write whatever I feel like writing, solely for the sake of writing. If, along the way, someone cares what I have to say, so be it.