The Broody Bunch

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!

I didn’t really want to do it, but it was time!  We moved the chicks outside to their coop today.  The reason?  Two words.

Chicken poop.

I mentioned before that the chicks had started roosting on the edge of their brooder at night.  It was okay as long as their backside was hanging over the inside of the box but most often they would face the inside.  So, in the morning there would be a ring of chicken poop on the floor around the brooder.

You know, I could handle that to a point.  At least all of the droppings were localized in one area, but then the chicks started taking over!  They wouldn’t stay in the box during the day anymore.  At any given time we had one to three chicks wondering around the kitchen.  Then I was cleaning up the floor every five minutes!  I was getting pretty fed up with it and GH put his foot down!  (Not in chicken poop, thankfully.)

We spent a good part of this evening chicken proofing the coop.  We secured the run and tightened up the coop some.  I put shavings on the floor.  Then we moved the chicks out, brooder and all.  We put their light back up to keep them warm during the night.  I gave them fresh water and filled their feeders.  (I got an extra one from Willhi.)

It didn’t take long for the chicks to warm up to their new space.  The mosquitoes made it all worthwhile for them!  The chicks were running, jumping, and fluttering all over to catch them.  Then the chicks started picking all the spiders and bugs off the walls and out of the webs.  When we left them for the night, they were all busy and happy!

I was finally able to clean up the floor and rid the kitchen of most of the chicken dust.  It’s nice to have my kitchen back, but it sure is quiet in here now!

It’s been a beautiful sunny day!  We’ve had some unseasonably warm weather lately.  Especially for Maine.  it’s been in the 80’s today.  The kids are visiting their grandparents this week for spring break.  So I took advantage of the warm day and no interruptions.  Last week I bought a five-gallon bucket of barn and shed paint in a barn red color.  And now our chicken coop is barn red!  I’m sure the chickens will appreciate it.

So you know what they say about Maine?  We only have two seasons… winter and mud.  Well, mud has hit full force.  We’ve got probably 4 inches of rain in the last week.  The ground is saturated and we’ve got standing pools on the lawn.  The good news is that all the snow is finally gone!  That doesn’t mean we won’t get more snow… in fact, it flurried yesterday.  But hopefully I can put my snow shovel away and trade it in for a rake and a hoe!  I’ve got the springtime itch.  I just want to get outside and start on the yard work!  My gardens are under a layer of fallen leaves.  The compost and the gardens need to be turned over.  I need to clear out around the border of the herb garden.  But right now, I sink up to my ankles in mud when a step onto the lawn.  I kind of like having grass on the lawn so I’m waiting for it to dry out a bit.

In the meantime, I’ve priced out fencing for the coop at The Home Depot.  Fifty feet of 5′ fence costs about $35.  100 feet of 5′ fence is about $70.  I think a 7×8′ area should be plenty for 8 chickens.  I may increase it to 10×10′ later on if I decide to get more chickens.  Which, right now, I’m planning on it.  I think I’d like to add some Ameraucanas to the mix.

So now that we have chicks coming, we are trying to figure out where we are going to keep them.  We live in a suburb of the city of Bangor, so we are sort of in the country.  Not like the country I grew up in, but there are trees and critters and birds (other than pigeons and crows).  We have 1.6 acres of land.  Some of that is wooded.  We have neighbors on either side of us.  Our neighbor on the right is separated from us by a wide stretch of trees.  Our neighbor on the left, however, is not separated from us at all.  We actually share the lawn with them.  Our property line runs right down the middle, so we are trying to be considerate.

We plan to have a fenced in run so that we can keep our chickens safe from predators and so that we can keep the chicken dropping mostly contained to one area.  Especially since Little Maiden and I are very fond of going barefoot in the summer.  So, my original thought was to build a small coop behind our garage.  There they would be out of the way and still have plenty of space.  A couple of concerns have popped up, though.  One is how much are materials for a coop going to cost and two is where are we going to put our swimming pool?  We’ve always put our little swimming pool behind the garage because it’s surrounded by trees and offers a lot of privacy.  There really isn’t anywhere else to put it that’s not out in the open.  We’d have to give up the swimming pool.  And then the other thing… Well, to say that our finances are tight would be an understatement.  We could probably scrounge enough scrap wood for a small coop.

I put these questions to my husband.  He asked if I thought the chickens would bother the gardens.  Last spring I experimented with Square Foot Gardening.  I have two 4×4 foot garden frames to the left of the house, close to the property line.  I think the chickens my trample the small plants.  GH (Geek Husband) said that he had thought of building the coop off of the small out building by the gardens.  The out building holds our riding lawn mower, our small collection of gardening tools and odd and ends of the kid’s summer toys.  The out building resembles a small barn so we’ve always called it the baby barn.  "Actually, the baby barn would be a perfect chicken coop," I said.  "Truthfully," GH returned, "we only need it for the lawn mower."  We discussed finding somewhere else to keep the lawn mower.  Then we’d have a ready-made coop.  All we’d have to do is add the fencing, nesting boxes, and perches.  So that’s what we’ve decided on.  We’ll get the baby barn chicken ready, park the lawn mower somewhere else and still keep our swimming pool.  Problem solved!