Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written with an update, so thought since I have PLENTY of time on my hands this week that it would be a good chance to do just that. Where to begin? CHICKENS – specifically Lord Harold Chickens seem to be the most dynamic thing going on on the farm. We started out with a few chickens from last year. Everything is going well. Well, now it’s going well. You know our first chicken, Lord Harold-Prince of Fancy was our absolute super star. He was our first bird and the most handsome rooster a rooster can be. Talk about colors… strong, large and in charge. He kept our other rooster, Colonel Woodford in line. One night, we came
So we knew a snake was probably getting to our eggs since we’d seen some egg shell pellets (droppings made up of crushed egg shell) around the last few weeks. One problem with free ranging chickens is that some of our hens are not content with the laying boxes we built for them so they find other comfy and “safe” places to lay. Sometimes these places are a little to close to nature. So Lisa decided to make the barn a little less snake friendly and lo and behold we had a resident. A large resident. A 6’+ resident. A black rat snake whose belly was still full of eggs. We’ve seen them around the property but nothing this size. She captured it and we
Like we did for the first time back on April 1 (not a funny fool’s prank for the roosters) we again processed some chickens yesterday, Independence Day. – For the uninitiated “processing” means killing, dressing and causing them to go from live birds to food. I’d always been a meat eater, and always plan to be, but had always felt a detachment from the original animal I was eating. A detachment that meat producers intentionally put it place I assume. I don’t think guilt is the right word, but there was always the sense that something died so I could eat it and did I deserve to eat it with total detachment from where it came from. While I’ve fished and done a little bird hunting, I started to
It doesn’t seem that long ago that we had a horse trough full of baby chicks in the garage. The babes were moved out to pasture at a pretty young age, even I recognize that. They were only 6-7 weeks old, but with TWENTY FIVE space becomes a premium really quick. They absolutely love clover and really enjoyed being outside. Fast-forward to present. Everyone is about 12 weeks old and the chicken tractor was even getting tight. So… the ladies (or most of them) have been given free range status. That means we have 30 chickens (28 hens) free ranging. That is a LOT of chickens.