The entire purpose of this post is to show you a ridiculous video of my chickens eating a popsicle.
Yeah, that’s it. Nothing else.
Oh and the sounds you are hearing are a combination of the music on my MP3 player, the chickens hootling, traffic on the road going by our house, and an occasional exclamation or giggle from myself (the exclamation being from when one of them nibbled my toe off-camera).
Yesterday, I brought home a roll of chicken wire and used a couple of pallets to build a more secure enclosure for the girls to hang out in while they get used to being outside.
Since the enclosure is attached to the coop, I wanted to make sure that the older ladies would be ok with them – I’ve heard that flock integration can be a bitch at times. I’ve been taking the younger ones out in a cage and spreading scratch, giving them all a chance to eat together without the danger of being physically in the same space, so I was pretty sure it’d be ok. But you never can tell.
I decided to put all of them into the garden enclosure and spread some scratch, to make sure no one got picked on if they were together. This video is some of what happened.
Yeah, just a little goofy. But they seemed to be getting along pretty well, so I left them out there last night.
I’d put a large dog house with bedding in the enclosure, but outside of the main coop, with their food and water dishes and the heat lamp. This morning, all seemed fine. The older chickens did exactly what I expected – ate the little one’s food. Otherwise, the younger girls stayed close to the enclosure while the older ladies roamed the yard.
So, Stage One Integration complete. Eventually, I’m hoping the younger ones will move into the coop itself, and we’ll no longer need the outer enclosure or dog house.
And hopefully, they’ll figure out what to do with worms.
Well, of course I’ve heard of chickens!
A herd of chickens, complete with chicken-herding cat.
Over the winter, I got pretty lax with the whole posting thing. But Things Did Happen. We got snow, which the ladies didn’t like at all. I’d love to show you photographic proof of this, but it would be a pristine snowy yard, with nary a footprint in site. They refused to come out of their covered area. In fact, they weren’t too keen on coming out of the coop until I brought them treats.
The "Club House" sign is in front of where the ladies are hiding out.
I did give in and put up some interior lights in the ladies coop, which did indeed jump-start the egg production. Not-Henery was concerned, at first. But I think that the choice of rope lights made it less intrusive and less of a jarring, sudden light when they come on. I put them on a timer, so they turn on around 6ayem and go off around 7:30pm. In the evening, when they go in and the lights are on, it looks like they’re having a little chicken party when you look through the window.
In other news, my mother made a decision to move to Eastern Oregon, and to take a small flock with her. She had me house 12 barred rock and 2 bantams for her until she moved.
Of course…I had to get a couple for myself. I ended up getting two Black Stars (aka black sex-link) and two black turkens. I think that I will only be keeping one of each, the other two will hopefully be going home with a friend who is starting her own Adventure in Chickening. This is good – I really thing 10 is pushing the boundaries of good sense.
We do already have names for the new ones – a tribute to Soul Eater. Black Star and Tsubaki. As such:
I’m going to have to do some modifications to the coop to allow for the additional ladies, but I’ve got a several weeks before that becomes and issue. Good thing, it’s nothing but mud back there right now.
The ladies have done a great job keeping the garden area free of weeds and well fertilized over the winter and this early spring. Hopefully I’ll be able to return the favor later in the year, in the form of tomatoes.
I suppose that’s about it for now. When the weather is better, I intend to get some great video of the new chickens learning about grass and sunshine. Can’t wait.
It’s just over 52°F right now, according to Weather Underground. Cold. I’ve yet to break down and turn the heat on inside, but I do feel sorry for the poor nekkid chickens out back.
Turken started out with a naked neck, but now…she’s pretty ridiculous looking. In fact, Houdini and Sprinkles went through awkward molts this year as well. Not-Henery just magically changed from old feathers to new, gradually. No sign of molt yet for Henery or Buttercup. In fact, Buttercup is the only one still laying eggs. It’s really too bad, since bartering with eggs is how I get my front yard leaves taken care of…
Oh well. Guess I’ll go rake, and treat the ladies to some leftover lasagna. That should warm them up a bit. Myself? Maybe after raking, a nice hot Ovaltine. With a dash of vodka.
The pigeon we brought home recovered nicely, as previously noted. He’s integrating nicely with the six lovely ladies in my back yard.
Ok, he’s actually kind of annoying them, but he’s trying and they’ve stopped being actively aggressive towards him. He started molting around the same time as Sprinkles, and looks pretty goofy (as does Sprinkles, as you can see – she’s the one in the front right there).
Cool thing though – today, I heard him do that funky gurgly-coo that adult pigeons do. Up til now, it’s been nothing but awkward “eeeep”ing. It was pretty cool. He came flying over when I went out to give the ladies their evening scratch, and sat on his ledge cooing.
As you can also see in the picture, he’s terrified of the pug. Ok, no. He actually likes to tease the hell out of the pug. He flies from low perch to low perch, just out of reach of poor Oscar, just enough to keep him running and barking.
I’m sad that winter is coming, if only because my time with the ladies (and gentleman) is going to be so limited from now on, and more so as the season progresses. I’ll be lucky to see them three days a week, come November.
Oh well. The cats are in more now that the wet weather is here, and they’ll keep me company.
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The pigeon has decided that it doesn’t care for being shut up in an enclosure. It would prefer to be flying free – if not far. So we decided to let him (I’m guessing “him” because of the coloration) try staying out one night – and he did just fine. He went to the top of the hen house, about a foot away from Henery, and went to sleep. It’s been two nights now, and so far so good.
I’m not sure what he’ll do when it starts getting colder, since Henery will eventually start sleeping inside. I may try making a nesting type arrangement for him over there. Something like this, maybe. I’ve got the supplies, so I may as well try it.
In other news, I’ve been collecting pieces and parts to make a new hen house, or at least upgrade this one. It’s very sturdy, structurally, but not very pretty. I got some vinyl shutters for ventilation, a glass pane window that I think will replace the nesting box door, and lots of Ideas.
It probably won’t start coming together until mid-September, so I’m hoping the weather cooperates with me somewhat. I don’t seem to be very awesome at making things like this look pretty, unfortunately. I find myself really wishing that my more artsy friends lived nearer, so I could bribe them with fresh eggs and baked goods in exchange for their skills.
I mean, I could barter. That’s what it’s called, right? Non-monetary exchange of goods and services.
I’m not sure if you realized this, but chickens are actually very intellectual. This point was driven home to me this week as I sat on the lounge chair in the yard, trying to decide which book to read.
On the one hand, I hand Creepers. It’s a nice schlocky horror novel, complete with boarded up buildings, bad foreshadowing and “intrepid” young’ns feeling the need to investigate.
On the other hand, there was Kon-Tiki. A non-fiction adventure/sciency kind of book. You got your crew of 6, your flying fish, your ancient legends being proven/disproven. I’ve loved all of his other books, but it’s not fluff.
In any case, I lay out both books and asked the ladies, “Ladies, which book shall we read today?” And the response was clear:
I took this into consideration, but then realized that the screaming children next door would actually add more to the atmosphere of the horror novel. Minki agreed.
In the end, I chose Creepers. I’m sure the ladies are thoroughly disgusted with me, but it didn’t stop them from stealing the cheese from my sandwich.
To Boris and Natasha. They’re so damnably cute, I hate to give them up…but the crowing is likely to get me into trouble since I do live in town. It’s hard to keep the chicken secret, when he himself is blabbing it all over town.
Yeah…and we did rename them. Their original names just didn’t really suit them. Boris and Natasha…that suits them perfectly. So for the one day we have left with them, that is what they are.
Today, I sat out in the yard and read with the ladies (and gentleman) for a while. I did learn that eating toffee popcorn with chickens isn’t conducive to reading at all, but they got a treat and had a good time. I hope their new people give them treats.
