Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts

April 11, 2012

Attempted Murder in Chickenville

This morning there was a murder. It was worse than any horror movie: blood, fangs, claws and

...feathers.

Last night one of these

tried to eat these.


It was not pretty.

Thank God, we have Lovey.

Lovey the Loudmouth came to the rescue. At 12:31am Lovey started bawking, and bawking, and bawking. This is not normal with chickens. They like their sleep as much as I do. They squawk here and there during the day, but NEVER at night. I was immediately awake and thinking about how annoying that sound was. I knew it was Lovey. I woke up the "sleep-through-all-babies-and-chickens-in-need" man next to me. He jumped out of bed, grabbed shorts, shoes and a flashlight - all the necessary items for a major investigation and headed outside to the coop. Lovey kept up the noise the entire time.

True to his hunting nature, my husband came quickly running back in the house, got his pellet gun, and ran back out. I quietly watched all the commotion from our bathroom window where it was warm and safe. I had no idea if the Girls were facing a coyote, an owl, a bear (okay probably not that).

Through the window I saw my handsome, fierce protector of a husband raise and take aim right where the chickens sleep. I was shocked! Maybe one of the Girls was so hurt he needed to put her out of misery? I was confused and worried. The whole time he was out there, Alan talked softly to the hens, keeping them calm. He quickly shot the deadly attacker INSIDE the coop...a crafty possum. That creature had gotten it's way inside the inner sanctum, right underneath the sleeping hens.

Only Lovey had the sense to wake up and cry out the alarm!! Alan made sure the possum was good and dead and not just "playing possum" then hauled it out of the coop, where it lay this morning.

Amazingly not ONE of the chickens was harmed in all of this. The possum had just started it's nightime stalking and Little Lovey woke us in time to save each and everyone of her friends. All the Girls stayed very still when the shots were fired to kill the predator. We are pretty sure this is the same possum that we've caught in our traps before, so he seemed determined to get a juicy fat chicken dinner.

This morning, when I went out to check on everybody Lovey was quietly sitting in the nesting box. She just stared hard at me when I came in.


Little Lovey Loudmouth has been commended for her bravery in apprending the murderous possum with a fresh banana. Love her!

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March 6, 2012

Love from Chickenville

Some people have dogs or cats, we have chickens. I guess no matter if your animals are furry or feathered, they definitely make you smile.  It's pretty funny to watch the kids with the Girls and I wanted to share some Chicken Love photos. You may not recognize them from when they were baby chicks not so long ago. The Girls are all grown up.

The chickens are not intimidated by the baby at ALL! But... they wouldn't let her get close enough to pet them.

The mob was busy feeding on cracked corn for a treat. Notice Super Roxanne muscling everybody else out of her way. Poor Penny on the right is getting swacked in the head with Roxanne's tush. Roxanne is sweet and gentle, but her girth makes her a force to be reckoned with.

These are the Beauty Queens of the flock. Wendy has beautiful black and white feathers and Waffle (named by Sausage Boy because waffles are the best thing in the world by him and what better namesake).
Wendy is a silver laced wayndotte. Just look at her, she knows she's hot stuff. She's practically strutting across the yard. This is what is it like to be one of the beautiful chickens of the world, everyone loves you and wants to take your picture.

Ahh, the opposite of Wendy is Cloudy. Shhh, don't tell her but she's part pig - not a beauty by any means and she's always eating. If there is food around, she's the first one there. She's the one who comes begging at the back door whenever she hears anyone come out. Maybe she's also part bloodhound...no, those are too smart. Cloudy is not smart, she's not beautiful, but she's a seriously reliable layer. This is the kind of chicken most production chicken coops use and for good reason, lots of eggs. I just think all of the sense has been bred out of them.

Here's Crooked Beak out for a walk. She's on her own, as often happens. Even the other Braham hen, Angel, doesn't seem to hang with her much. She operates on the fringe of society, but I love her.

Lovey is the Loudmouth of the group. This bird ALWAYS has something to squawk about. For such a tiny thing (she's a bantam hen) she makes a ton of noise. Even here in the photo, she's bawk-bawking! Sometimes I think she wishes she were born a rooster, but alas, no gender reassignments for chickens.

Here's the beauty queen again, from another angle. Wendy is even attractive from the backside, fluffy and soft grey feathers. I wish I looked this good from behind. That's a little scary... I'm jealous of a chicken...what is my world coming to?

Finally little Goldilocks. So sweet and one of the oldest hens we have. She's a bantam like Lovey with none of the attitude. She's the Queen of our flock. She has immpecable manners and sets the example for all of the others. She's not much of a people lover, she won't sit still for a cuddle, but she's a Chicken Queen.

Love from me and the chickens,
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February 8, 2012

Roxanne - The Chicken with Superpowers


This is Roxanne.

She is always on the move. Hunting worms under the leaves or bugs from the grass, she thinks of food constantly. A girl after my own heart.

I think she's always ranging because she's enormous. She needs to eat constantly to maintain her giant girth. She dwarfs the other chickens.

Roxanne is not a curious, nor is she particularly friendly, but she is a very special chicken. She has a secret super power.

...this is Roxanne's super power...
She lays the MOST enormous eggs I have ever seen!!

They don't even fit into a JUMBO sized egg carton.

Roxanne's eggs are massive and speckly and a little nubbly to the touch. I LOVE her eggs, even more than the special green ones we get from our Americuanas.

Notice the whitish ring around the center of the egg? I wonder sometimes if Roxanne's egg gets stuck and she sits around in the nesting box, patiently waiting for the rest of it to come out, thereby developing the ring? None of our other eggs have a ring like that and not all of Roxanne's do. All I can think of is Pain, but I guess to her, laying eggs the size of a Clementines, is no big deal. It impresses the heck out of me!
That's why Roxanne is featured on my blog badge - she's a Super Chicken!
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December 27, 2011

Special Needs Chicken

This past summer, I wrote about our new baby chicks. They were so precious and cute back then and I wanted to give you an update. We did finally give them all names: Wendy the Silver Laced Wandyotte, the Americans are Sparkle and Tiny and the Brahmas are Vanilla and Crooked Beak. Unfortunately she got the name through her "disability". She was perfectly fine as a chick but as she grew her beak grew crooked. For a while we hand fed her with baby chick food, but surprisingly she is able to eat the regular chicken food and the scraps we share with the flock. I have no idea what her future holds because many of the chickens with this problem will starve to death. I will try not to let that happen under my care.
She's perfect and beautiful in every other way, including her very soft feathers. I love the way the Brahmas have feathers even on their legs. I have to say, Crooked Beak holds a dear place in my heart with her special needs and I hope she can survive for a long time.
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August 20, 2011

Chickens are NOT Good Gardeners


The girls are making me crazy and I think the feeling is mutual. I refuse to let them out of their coop right now because every time I do, this is what happens....

 
And they don't even eat the whole thing! Who do they think they are??!!  I planted those seeds, watered them and fertilized them. All of sudden, I've lost complete ownership rights??  When they started going after the tomatoes, it was the last straw. They are doing jail time until the garden peters out - with no chance of parole.


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July 24, 2011

Baby Chicks!!


We got some precious new baby chicks... in May. Yes, you read right, in May. Sometimes I just can't seem to find the time. I'm sure you know what I mean. I'm just now getting their baby pics up, but I will post current photos this week as well since they are practically teenagers now.

I finally convinced my darling husband to let me buy babies so I could get the specific breeds I wanted. I ordered two Americanas (the green/ blue egg layers like our Lady Liberty). I also ordered a Silver Laced Wyandotte, whom we've already christened Wendy. Lastly I ordered two Brahmas to replace my beloved Petunia who got to go to school. I am hoping they will grow up to be a sweet as their breed usually is. Anyone have any good ideas for names for these four?
This is their temporary home (it's a recycling bin) with a screen window on top. We set up food and water and  little stick for a perch. The yellow one in front has a blue mark on her head because they are all yellow fuzz until they get big girl feathers and they look just like leghorns. The breeders mark the Brahmas with temporary dye. The other two are the Americanas.

Turns out the babies already know how to take dust baths! We let them out into the freshly tilled garden and they had a blast just kicking up dirt. The black one on the left is Wendy the Wyandotte.

Ahhh, nothing like a good clean spray of dirt!


The kids were fascinated with the babies and how self sufficient they are, especially in comparison to their baby sister.

Henderson's Chicken Chart is a great list of all the breeds and their egg colors.
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August 25, 2010

Fresh Eggs?? How do I Know?

I figured it was about time I answered once of the most popular questions I get. How long will eggs stay fresh?


Here's the thing...in Europe and Australia eggs are kept at room temperature on the grocery shelves. Here in America we always refrigerate our eggs. In fact, now you hear "don't put them in the egg keeper that sits in your fridge door keep them in the carton on a shelf". So what's a careful consumer to do?
When an egg comes out of the chicken's vent it is warm. In fact, it's the body temperature of the chicken, which pretty much makes sense when you think about it. Our bantam chickens, Goldilocks and Lovey lay small eggs, whereas our big girls lay large eggs. You can see the size difference in hens below. That's Goldilocks on the right side and Lovely in up above in my blog header photo.

Then there is Roxanne, she lays the monster ones! I'm in pain just thinking about it. She's the black and white Barred Rock above headed towards me in the photo above. She's always looking for treats. Roxanne is huge, but those eggs are a feat! I just imagine her sitting there thinking - get this thing out of me!! Kinda like childbirth.

We recently added four hens to the flock thanks to our friends Pete and Lisa. Those youngsters have just started laying. One of them is Autumn seen above (she's named in honor of our departed gender mis-identified rooster). She is an Ameraucana and lays green eggs! Some people call the breed easter-eggers cause who needs to dye those beauties.

Check out our egg selection below. Notice the huge dark brown one, that's Roxanne. And see the little light brown one on the right side - that's either Lovey or Goldi. I'm not quite sure who's laying the brown speckled eggs, but I have a hunch it's one of our Buff Orphingtons - the older one Penny.
The kids collect the eggs everyday and when we bring them in, they do not get washed. We might have to wipe off some hay, but that's about it. This is the biggest difference between egg handling in the US and other countries. When you wash the eggs in water you wash off their "bloom" which is a protective barrier. This barrier keeps the germs from invading the porous shell making them more tolerant to room temperature storage. However, this doesn't mean that eggs kept in the pantry will last longer. Eggs deteriorate as much in one day at room temp as they would in a week in the fridge. I'm guessing those other countries sell their eggs at a faster rate, rotating their stock more often. Of course, we Americans like to shop in bulk, so we go the store less often. Typically your eggs that you store in the fridge will stay fresh for two weeks at room temp and four to five weeks in the fridge. It's best to keep them in their original container and store in the main part of the fridge, but if you must use the egg keeper in the door, be aware they will not last as long.

If you want to hard boil eggs, they need to be your eggs need to be a few weeks old (you can hard-boil fresh ones, but they are a pain to peel and most of the white will stick to the shell). The simplest method for sure-fire hard boil eggs is like this:

Hard Boiled Eggs
Put eggs in a pot covered with cold water. Bring the pot to a full boil and then turn down the heat so the boil continues but not causing massive splatter everywhere. Set a timer for 10 minutes and let the eggs softly boil. When the timer goes off at the end of 10 minutes, drain the hot water into the sink and fill with cold water. Add ice cubes to the pot to really cool it off quickly (this is what keeps the eggs from getting that green ring). Swish it all around, adding more ice cubes, until the eggs are cooled off. Store the hard boiled eggs in the fridge (labeled of course!) and peel when needed.

I'd like to share some thing I've learned while raising chickens:
  • what you feed the hens will change the color of the yolk from dull pale yellow to bright orange, but the difference does not affect taste
  • brown, white, or green shells the eggs will taste the same and have the same nutritional value
  • a fresh egg's yolk will sit up high when cracked making for beautiful sunny side up eggs
  • a standard large grade A egg measures 1/4 cup, which is handy to know when your eggs are all different sizes
  • when baking, bring eggs up to room temp before using
  • egg shells will range from pointy to smooth on the ends
  • if you are unsure how old some eggs are, put one in a bowl of water and if it floats or tilts upwards, it's too old and most likely is rotten
  • most hens are pretty happy to "share" their eggs, they don't put up any fight when you take the eggs out, even if they are sitting on them - roosters however, are another story!
  • hens lay more often (daily) in the spring and fall - they don't love the freezing cold or the steaming hot weather - I can't say I blame them on this one
  • chickens love to brag about their egg laying feats - they have a special squawk after they lay to announce the egg to the world
  • the hens will sit on each other's eggs all the time, which means several hens can use one nesting box and you never know how many eggs you'll find under a sitting hen
  • my children won't eat plain eggs - what's up with that?? I have to create egg dishes or serve scrambled with cheese and lots of grits. Here's one they all like...
Eggs in a Basket
4 eggs
1/4 c milk
salt, pepper, garlic powder to taste
optional add ins: shredded cheddar cheese, sliced green onions, diced cooked ham, crumbled cooked bacon, diced cooked veggies, fresh diced mushrooms or tomatoes, etc
4 King's Hawaiian rolls, tops cut off and a little of the inside pulled out to make a cavity


Whisk together, eggs, milk, and seasonings. Pour into a hot oiled or buttered pan. Turn heat down to med-low. Let set for a minute and then scrape the bottom of the pan to turn the eggs. Sprinkle in optional add-in's. Cook till desired doneness (do you like them soft or firm?). Spoon 1/4 portion into each hollowed roll. Serve with top on.

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May 30, 2010

There's a Chicken in my Laundry!

 
When you keep a flock of chickens and you have young kids you never know what might happen. On this day, I went to do laundry (yes, I am airing my dirty laundry on my blog) and I found a chicken roaming around. This is Lady Godiva, a Rhode Island Red, who is pretty new to our flock and apparently needed some extra attention. So the self appointed caregiver (aka Banana Girl) decided to bring Lady G into the house and promptly forgot about her. Thankfully she did close the door, so Lady G could not free range in the house. Instead the chicken poop (very runny stuff I might add) was contained to the already dirty laundry pile! Lady gave me a very disdainful look when I opened the door and scurried right over to the backdoor to be let outside. I think she'd had enough housework for one day.
Welcome to my life in Chickenville, where you just never know what's going to happen next.

April 25, 2010

Gardening with Chickens

In the wintertime, our empty garden is a perfect place for the chickens to forage. They are like little rototillers, churning up the soil for us. They get all kinds of yummy bugs and worms and we get fertilized soil.  It's a wonderful symbiotic relationship. However, when planting time comes, it's a whole new story.

The Girls are very interested in anything resembling a seed or plant. If you don't want your seed to turn into chicken feed, you much have to shove it into the ground while they aren't looking otherwise they will go and dig RIGHT where you planted!  Not to mention pecking at the fragile seedlings. I'm all for free ranging and sharing my extra veggies, but the Girls have been officially banned from my spring garden!

February 8, 2010

A Rooster Named Autumn

You may have heard the song, "A Boy Named Sue". (My family loves Johnny Cash.) We have a version of that song around our house. It's a "Rooster Named Autumn". So how does one end up with a rooster aka boy chicken who has a girl name like Autumn?
Once upon a time, we got some cute baby chicks at a chicken giveaway promotion and raised them into productive egg laying hens. Well, all except one. Turns out one of them was a boy, a rooster by the name of Freedom. We didn't know she was a he when we got him (her?). How could this have happened? We were only supposed to taking home girls, not boy chicks.


January 15, 2010

Snow Chickens



We had a rare snow day here in Georgia recently. Our chickens are definitely southern chickens. They had no idea what to do and really did not like the white stuff. We let them out to forage and they wouldn't go anywhere. They just stayed right outside of the coop waiting for someone to let them back in!

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