The Broody Bunch

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We’re going away again.  This time for 4 and a half days!  I feel better with the feeder that the chickens have now.  And our last absence went well.

On Monday all four of us are going to camp.  Young Master and Little Maiden are campers and GH and I are staff.  We’ll come home from the campground Friday afternoon.

I want to put some windows in the coop for extra ventilation and maybe I can work out an automatic waterer.

I just switched the chickens over to grower pellets instead of crumble.  I was told there’s less waste with pellets.  Well, as of yet, I haven’t seen any of the chickens eat them.  I mixed the pellets with left over crumble in hopes that they would adjust quickly.  It looks like they’re scratching the pellets out onto the floor and just eating the mash.  By the time we leave for camp the chickens will be on just pellets.  Will they eat them if they get hungry enough or will they starve with food all around them?  I wish I knew.

We installed the new feeder for the chickens today.  It’s simple and cheap but it works great!

I can’t take credit for the idea.  I saw it on another chicken website.  But I immediately liked it because it’s just what I’ve been needing.  An inexpensive, gravity fed feeder than can hold a lot of food.

The feeder is made of 4 inch PVC pipe.  It starts with a 2 ft straight pipe.  Then a 90 degree elbow followed with a 45 degree elbow.  It’s hung with galvanized hanger tape.  In all, the feeder cost about $23.00.

Because the piping isn’t holding liquid, just feed, there was no need to seal the pieces.  They fit snuggly together.

We hung the feeder so the lower opening is about the same height as the chickens’ chin.  That way they can reach it easily but can’t really bill out the food.

The chickens love it!  Two of them can eat at it comfortably at the same time.  But they seem to take turns and share pretty well.  And if someone gets impatient she just jumps up on the elbow and claims her turn!

We’re leaving later today for a long weekend in Connecticut!  We’re planning on being back home in time for Sunday evening service at church.  I’m leaving the chickens home alone…

The weather report says that it’s supposed to rain here all weekend.  That’s actually good because I won’t have to worry about the chickens getting too hot.

I didn’t have time to make the new feeder and waterer that I wanted so I had to improvise.  GH cut three holes around the top of a large plastic container.  I filled it with chicken food and put the cover on it.  Then I turned it upside down on an inverted burner cover.  The food spilled out nicely!  I figure that even if they bill out all the food, they can just scratch for it.

The current waterer is big enough to hold enough water for three days but it often gets knocked over or filled with shavings.  So as a precaution, I’ve filled a large tub with water and put it in the run.  It’s too heavy to get knocked over and with all the rain, it shouldn’t ever be empty!

That brings me to my biggest concern.  I’m going to have to leave their run open.  We’ve never had any signs of predators but there’s a first for everything.  I did tighten the fencing on the front door with the staple gun so that it’s not just tacked up with nails.

There’s not much more I can do for them now.  But I’m a believer in faith and prayer.  I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve prayed for their safety here at home as well as our safety on the road!

Today I bought some Grower crumble to mix with the chick starter mash.  I think I’m a bit late in changing their feed but they seem to be healthy.

I’m going to start gathering materials to make my chickens a new feeder and waterer.  They’ve really outgrown the feeders that I bought when they were chicks.  Plus, I’m going away for a week in August and I need to find a way to keep them fed.  I haven’t found a baby sitter yet.

Other modifications need to be made to the coop soon.  That includes removing the shelf, moving up the roost, making windows, and adding nesting boxes.  My girls are growing up, and I can’t believe how quickly!

I wasn’t really attacked by a chicken but she did draw blood.  I was a bit late this morning opening up the coop for the chickens.  I expected them to be up and scratching at the feeders already.  When I opened the front door of the coop, two chicks flew down from the shelf where they had been roosting and right out the front door by my feet!

I was able to guide one of them back into the coop immediately but the other chicken got by me.

I turned to grab her but she jumped and squawked and I ended up with just tail feathers!  I jumped again and she fluttered and again I only grabbed her tail.  I held fast while trying to get a better hold of the squawking, flapping chicken!  I finally managed to toss her back into the coop but not unscathed. 

I have a scratch on my finger and wrist that bled from chicken feet and I scraped my shin on who-knows-what.

The coop was in an uproar!  I quickly checked the food and water and opened the hatch.  Then I turned my back and walked away to go lick my wounds.

P.S. I also had a wonderful time at the ladies’ ice cream social last night.  Rose’s flower garden was a beautiful setting.  By the way, does anyone bring hostess gifts anymore?  I always try to bring something for the hostess to thank her for all her hard work, but I was the only one out of 12 women.  Am I old fashioned or just a goody-goody?

I’m not exactly mechanically inclined but I am creative.  And my chickens’ health is important to me.  So when I checked on my chicks yesterday afternoon and found them listless and panting, I knew something had to be done right then!

Chickens can suffer from heat exhaustion.  Especially the dark breeds like my Rhode Island Reds.  To cool off, the chickens will stand with their wings drooped down and held away from their bodies so the air can circulate.  If that doesn’t do the job then they will open their mouths and pant like a dog.  If that doesn’t do enough to help them, they will faint from the heat.  If you find a chicken in this state, you may be able to revive it with a cool bath.

I knew that if my chickens were panting that the heat could become dangerous quickly.

I gathered a piece of leftover fencing and nails from the garage.  I opened one door of the coop and tacked the fencing to the inside of the door frame.  The fencing didn’t quite reach the ground.  I found a scrap of T1-11 and tacked the bottom of the fencing to that.  When the opposite door is closed, it overlaps the fencing.  Then I hung a clip fan on the shelf to try to keep the air moving.

It’s not exactly secure but the chickens haven’t tried to test it.  I still close all of the doors at night to keep predators out.  At least my chicks are much cooler during day now. 

No baked chickens today!

Finally we’ve had a couple of days that I might call typical summer days.  Blue skies, sunshine, and heat.  Young Master and Little Maiden even got some pool time this morning at work.  (One of the perks of being a housekeeper!)

The chickens are surviving the heat alright.  The coop gets a bit stuffy during the afternoon.  I know there’s not enough ventilation so I’ve been going out and opening the big front door for a while.  I have to sit and guard it so no one escapes.

I really need to cut some windows in the back of the coop to open things up a bit.  But we tend to not be mechanically inclined around here so we lack the tools needed for that project.  Maybe I can come up with Plan B tomorrow.

I remember Willhi telling me once to be sure to put the chicken roost higher than the nesting boxes because chickens will always roost on the highest point.  Having the nesting boxes lower than the roost prevents them from messing on their eggs when they start laying.

Good advice.  What I didn’t consider is the shelf in the coop that I keep the bales of shavings on.  It’s over my head.  But that’s where I’ve found all of the girls sleeping these last two nights when I went out to close up their run.  On the shelf and even on top of the shaving bales.

I hope they don’t try to lay any eggs up there.  We’ll have scrambled eggs in short order!

It’s been the better part of a week since I first let the chicks out into their run.  Things have been happening so fast around here that I haven’t had time to write it all.

Last Saturday was the only warm, sunny day in the middle of several rainy days.  I hadn’t planned on letting the chicks into the run yet since they were still getting used to the coop as their new home.  But when I went to check on the chicks that morning, the coop was already quite warm and steamy.  So, I decided to open the hatch to the run to get the air circulating.  I sat down on the plastic feed box to see what the chicks’ reaction would be.

As soon as they saw the open door, the chicks all ran over to it to investigate.  No one was eager to be the first to explore.  The grass inside the run had grown up quite tall and it looked like a jungle compared to the size of my little chicks.

I was sure Dolly would be the first to step out into the wilderness.  As I watched I became more confident that she would lead the way.  While some of the others seemingly lost interest and went back to the feeders, Dolly hopped up onto the edge of the opening.  She stuck her head out as far as she could to see what she could see.  Soon she became engrossed in playing tug-of-war with a long blade of grass that hung into the coop.  While she and some of the others that joined her game were preoccupied, little Faith hopped up on the edge of the door casing and then jumped down into the grass.

Immediately there was a whole world in front of her filled with bugs!  Soon Faith had the attention of all the other chickens who, one by one, joined her in the hunt for bugs.  The leghorns, who are always the bravest, made their way out into the tall grass.  The RI Reds were shy at first.  Some of them would jump into the grass and then jump back into the coop several times until they were sure enough of themselves and their surroundings.

At dusk, when I went out to close their hatch, all of the chicks were already inside the coop and bedded down for the night.  Instinct told them what to do and where to go.

In the mornings now, they all gather in front of the hatch and wait for me to open it.  Then there is a great flutter of wings and a whirlwind of feathers and shavings as each chick rushes to be the first one out the door!

There are several worn paths in the tall grass now.  The slug and mosquito population has diminished.  And my chickens are getting fat and happy.  What a life!

The chicks are really liking their new space.  They have plenty of room to run around and play games or chase bugs.  They’ve also fallen into a daily routine.

Now that the chicks are outside, it has become more exciting to go see them.  Every morning Young Master and Little Maiden beg to go with me to check on the chicks.  The short walk from the front door to the coop is like a field trip.  The kids race to see who can get there first.  GH put locks on the tops of the doors to keep the chickens protected from irresponsible children and clever raccoons.  So by the time I get to the coop Young Master and Little Maiden are jumping  up and down with excitement!

By now, the chicks expect to see me around the same time every morning.  They will lay in front of the door, peeking through the cracks to watch for me.  They know that they’ll get more food when I arrive.

The chicken coop is amazingly cozy.  I never thought that the tool shed would bring such comfort to me.  It really has become one of my favorite places to be.  I find it relaxing to sit and watch the antics of my birds.  It’s a place where I can come together with my kids and God’s creation in a sort of harmony that’s not forced or fake.  It’s a place where my mind feels clearer and a place where memories are captured.  Truth be told, even the sweet smell of chickens and pine shavings has a certain draw for me.

Call me weird, but I think I was born for this.

P.S.  Two exciting things happened today!  We harvested our first four radishes from the garden and Young Master lost a tooth!

I didn’t sleep well last night.  I was more worried than I thought about the chickens’ first night in their coop.  I kept waking up and looking out the window to see if their light was still on and if there were any predators lurking in the shadows.  I wondered if they were warm enough or if I should have put their light closer to the ground.

I was in the coop first thing this morning!  The chicks had all gotten back into their brooder under the light to stay warm for the night.  They didn’t seem distressed at all.  I checked the food and water.  All was well!  And there wasn’t one mosquito left in the place!

Maybe I’ll sleep better tonight.

On a side note, GH shot a rabbit that was in the yard today.  It sounds sad but he may have just saved my garden!