Archive for the 'Chickens' Category
Beau September 24th, 2010
Have you ever had a rooster? They really have a certain charm and liveliness that gives character to their home environment. Perhaps a little noisy at times. Maybe really early times at that. ‘Ole Captain Jack is quite the jaunty fellow… as I write this he’s announcing the morning inside the coop. When I open the door he’ll continue his pronouncements for a bit. He even likes to crow when we come home…
He does his job well, looking out for the hens, and making sure they get the best treats first. He looks at me funny now and then, but doesn’t seem to mind being picked up at times. I’ve read that Australorp roosters can be fairly gentle compared to others. I’m glad for that, and hope he stays this way. It seems he grows a little more handsome every day :)
Beau September 14th, 2010
Beautiful weather after last week’s rain, and everything is growing once again. With late summer I have the joy of allergies kicking in for a few weeks… the last Hurrah! as the grasses and goldenrod bloom. Which is great for the bees at least :) Some years I don’t notice my allergies at all, and others it seems crazy and I’m sneezing all the time- like this week. I could use a few days at sea…
Sometime within a week after putting to sea, you suddenly realize that your nasal passages are totally clear… the air at sea is usually so clean and fresh. Well most places that is, unlike the Persian Gulf where the dust storms would roll off the desert and engulf everything in a near brownout of fine dust particles for a day or two at a time. But the South Pacific was a different story! I’ve been thinking of sharing few more stories of my past life (seems like “lives”), but I mostly want to share the beauty and experience of nature and our day-to-day life as it is now. We’ll see.
The sedum flowers are also blooming, and the butterflies are enjoying the tiny flowers. The bees will follow when the flowers open a bit more. Sedum is such a great plant… drought tolerant and blooming at just the right time in late summer when the insects really need them.
I saw a hummingbird the other day, surprised they were still here- soon they will depart on their migration south. The bees are incredibly busy now, which is a good sign. I’m hopeful that the hives will build enough stores to carry themselves solidly through winter.
It was amazing watching the bees this afternoon, dropping through the sunlit sky, diving down to the hive by the dozens like tiny fighter jets… and then I stepped close to the front of the busiest hive, smiling as I watched a host of bees taking their first orientation flights outside the hive. This tends to happen on warm afternoons, and is a good sign of a strong hive.
Bees spend about the first 3 weeks of their lives inside the hive, growing, building comb, acting as nurse bees to the young larvae- feeding and capping their cells. They must fly during that time, if only to relieve themselves, and somehow they heed the call and head outside the hive to fly, becoming workers, orienting themselves with the sunlight and shadows, somehow knowing with amazing accuracy the exact position of their hive on the earth.
If you move the hive more than a yard or two from its position, the bees will not know where to go… I’ve read an old expression if you need to move a beehive: Stay within two feet, or move it two miles! I’m not sure about that, but I know if you do want to move it, you wait until after sunset and seal up the hive. Then you move it to its new location, releasing the bees the next morning. If it’s too close to the old hive location, you risk the bees flying back to their original location and not having a home to go to.
In the distance, I hear Captain Jack crowing, also enjoying the afternoon sun. I went to collect the eggs from the henhouse, and picked up six of them. Later on we gathered two more… one of the first days that I’m sure each of the eight hens laid an egg. Hooray for the girls!
I let them out into the garden for a good bit of the day… they love it. In fact, Jack has figured out how to fly out of the run, and then fly back in if he wants to. But the hens wait patiently, and after they’ve laid their eggs they deserve an outing to feast on greens and tiny critters. One of the Barred Rocks was just running from the coop to catch up when I took this picture. By the way- I thought our white “Snowy” might have been a Leghorn, but she doesn’t lay white eggs- I think she might be a Wyandotte hybrid of some sort?
In the morning as we get ready for the day, the animals are ready to go too… the little kitty is becoming a holy terror within the house. The yellow lab doesn’t seem to mind- she grabs his tail and he can’t help but wag it all over the place.
The shiba waits at the door for leftovers. Anything the boy doesn’t eat the shiba gets to try. Sometimes the chickens too. I’m finding out that chickens love to eat just about anything! So far it has been fairly simple to incorporate them into our lives and that of the other animals.
Here’s a neat photo from our trip last month. We had a chance to stop at the marvelous national historic site of Abraham Lincoln’s home in Springfield, Illinois. Perhaps I’ll write more about it later, but as we walked from the first floor to the upstairs, the historian told us that the stairway railing was completely original to the home, exactly as it was over 150 years ago.
The young boy’s hand is there, and I’m amazed to think that President Lincoln- and his family- used that railing when they went up and down the stairs. They had four boys… Robert, Eddie, Willie and Tad (Thomas). Only Robert lived to adulthood, and died in 1926 at age 82, buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Eddie died young at 3 years, 10 months, and Willie at 11 years. Tad reached age 18 before he died. But the boys did spend their happy childhood years in that house, listening to stories, singing, playing games, and holding that same railing. I could almost imagine hearing their voices…
Beau September 9th, 2010
Beautiful mornings with cooler temperatures. The days are becoming noticeably shorter, and the light just changes somehow. I love how the sun is lower in the sky, especially in the afternoons. Light filters through the trees and reflects off the pond in different ways, shimmering as the wind drifts across the water…
The nights over the past week have been interesting too. I’ve seen glow worms in the grass… I know, most people say, “Glow worms? There’s no such thing!” Ah but there is. Really they are just firefly larvae, but most people have never seen them.
When you walk along at night, with dew on the grass at this time of year, you think you may be seeing things. As you walk along you begin to notice little sparkles of light, almost like the stars above, yet twinkling all around you. It’s natural magic I tell you…
As I write early this morning, Captain Jack is outside crowing like a banshee. Or, um, a rooster I suppose. Good thing we live a few hundred yards from our neighbors! If I listen carefully, there’s another rooster crowing a good distance to the south, so maybe he’s just keeping up appearances :)
I have to say the eggs these little birds give us each day are really wonderful. I’m officially spoiled now with having fresh eggs and store bought cartons will never seem the same. So in the name of enjoying such bounty, I’ve decided to encourage the girls to continue laying this winter by adding a little artificial light.
There’s a host of passions on the issue, but honestly the chickens I have are bred to be decent winter layers anyway. But I realized an extension cord into the nearby shed would be too simple, and perhaps it will give the girls a little extra heat in the winter. I’ll keep the light going for a few extra hours each evening, and that should be just enough to keep their egg production going well. I have to admit I also like the idea of the chickens earning their keep!
So the cool thing about how the coop fits together with the shed is that the window in the shed serves as both the “feeder door” and as a window for the light to shine through. I put the food into a 30 gallon galvanized can to minimize the mice or other critters getting to it. When it’s time to feed (which seems to be all too frequently lately!), we just scoop it up and reach through the window to their feeder.
Makes it so much simpler, and I’m soooo glad I built it there. Between the shed and the nest box door outside the coop, we don’t have to go inside the run and coop itself very often. Of course if all the hens laid their eggs in the nest boxes, we’d only have to go in the coop every few days to change water. There’s a couple of hold outs… those hens seem to lay their eggs wherever the mood strikes them!
The light works well enough, although I may run it into the coop this winter to provide a little extra heat. Or maybe the inherent heat within the shed will help keep the coop warm. Either way most of the walls are insulated, and when I figure out what to put over the screen windows the chickens should be fine.
Otherwise it’s time to clean up around here. I’ve been battling weeds and grass, and thinking of preparing for winter. Summer’s done gone… The cycle begins again it seems. I did come across an interesting plant, way up high in a dead tree. This snag has been around for a long time, and this year a Pokeweed plant (Phytolacca americana) decided to grow about halfway up on the right side…
Have you ever had poke salat ? Lots of folks in the south have made it a staple, at least in the older days. I tried it last year, not bad… if you like cooked greens. When the little head and shoots are coming up around 6 inches in the spring, you just cut them off at ground level.
Then you boil the heck of them (two or three times is a good idea) and maybe saute them like spinach with butter or garlic and olive oil. Pretty tasty, although I was a little hesitant because just about the entire plant is poisonous! You can’t eat the plant or the berries in their mature form at all.
But if you never ate it before… then maybe you’ve heard the song. Remember Tony Joe White’s Poke Salad Annie? Here’s a grand ‘ole duet with Tony on the Johnny Cash Show from April, 1970… think I was in third or fourth grade, somewhere between California and New Jersey…
That’s just plain good stuff…
Beau September 6th, 2010
It was time for one of the roosters to go. With eight hens and two roosters, our hens were a little tired of being chased around the yard. The roosters got along just fine, but that was because Red took the #2 spot, playing second fiddle to Captain Jack. The Captain let everyone know that he was in charge around here. In fact, little Red didn’t even crow much, while Jack loves to let the world know how he sounds, from early morning to the afternoon. Especially when he sees you…
I was fortunate last week to meet someone looking for a rooster however. A woman with six children (all girls!) and a bunch of hens running around the yard. The best part for Red? He went from being the #2 rooster among 8 hens, and joined a new flock of 16 hens, all to himself!
It was funny… within 30 seconds of letting him go among the new “girls” he was strutting his stuff and making low chortling sounds to get their attention. Sheesh!
But a few of the more dominant hens ran right up to him as if to say, “Who the heck do you think you are Buster?!”
Red didn’t care… he just looked ’em hard in the eye for a minute and strutted off as if to say “There’s a new kid in town Ladies, and I’m going to go meet the other hens!”