Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sunday Reading - What I Learned This Week
This has been an interesting week around the Small-Hold. We had a storm that blew over a fairly good sized Boxelder tree. I been spending almost every minute I can on getting this chicken operation going which due to the fact that we ended up having two roosters has grown about four times larger than the chicken operation I had planned.
The proverbial "bad things come in threes" curse hit me all in one day for a change rather than spreading itself out. This made for a rather horrible day but at least I got it done and over with quicker.
Through it all I have learned a few valuable lessons. Mostly about chickens of course but a few others besides.
I have also figured out I am so sick of rain, wet, mud and humidity I want to scream right now. I really want a dry Fall to get here soon. Although all this rain should make for a nice Goldenrod flow and a spectacular Fall leaf color show.
This week I learned or rather affirmed that my long standing rule of allowing no trees over 20 foot tall within falling distance of the house or out buildings was a damned good idea.
I learned entirely by accident that it is a good idea to keep the main doors on the barn open during storm season. In fact with all the other damage to barns and out buildings in the area I am now convinced that the only reason ours escaped undamaged was because I left the main doors open on each end. This allowed the damaging wind to just pass through and not create an updraft into the roof.
I learned that chickens are much more intelligent than I at first gave them credit for. At least the two surviving roosters anyway have adapted to life around here quite quickly. In fact I am simply amazed at how well they have fit into a niche so far. Even just the two of them seem to have made a huge dent in the insect pest population around here and if I am anywhere within their secured AO (otherwise known as the Barn lot) they even have started following me around like my old feline supervisors used to. For some reason my being nearby seems to embolden them too.
The Hens are starting to fit right in as well although the first batch of five are getting very tired of being cooped up now. One of the Red Sex-Links has started rushing the door when I come in and has began pecking my boots when I am inside the coop area. Tonight three of the new old hens began using the roosting bar but it was the little Hamburg Hen that first discovered it and lead the way. The Hamburg also becomes the first hen to earn herself a name. She is now known as Littlebit.
I learned that when entering a chicken coop where the hens have started feeling comfortable around you being near them NEVER wear shorts with tattered strings hanging down from them and if you do wear such shorts NEVER turn your back on the really out going hens.
Now of course this isn't a picture of my shorts but I thought this one was better for obvious reasons. The shorts I was wearing were knee length which placed the strings at about chicken height.
Those little beaks are sharp let me tell you. This need to peck everything presented the second Hen to earn a name. I now call her Barcode because she is constantly pecking at the barcode on the side of the waterer.
I learned that you can easily shove a wayward piece of chicken wire completely through your finger without much trouble.
I learned that hanging waterers and feeders really are better than ones that sit on the ground and I learned that Hogan's Heroes ain't got nothing on chickens when it comes to digging too. Those poor cooped up hens have dug some mighty holes in the floor let me tell you. I am also convinced they know what they are doing and trying to find an area where they can tunnel out.
And finally I learned that eggs made right here on the Small-Hold taste best of all.
I think I am biased though.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!!!!!