Happy chickens

So the coop is complete and the girls are moved in. Thanks again to The Garden Coop. The plans were fantastic, easy to follow (even for us novices), and we are so thrilled with the final product. It took us way longer than expected--about 7 full weekends of work. But that had more to do with the challenges of juggling a hammer, plywood, and a feisty toddler than the complexity of the plans. Milo adores the chickens and likes the coop, too...although he was more enamored with it when he thought it was a playhouse for him. Now that the chickens are in residence, he is slightly less enthused.

Here are some pics. of the finished product as well as the ladies' first night out on the lawn (free ranging). It was really cute--they didn't stray far from Ryan the whole time. It's become our new evening ritual, after putting Milo down, to spend some quality time with the flock. As many people have commented, they really are more entertaining than tv. I shouldn't laugh at their distress, but watching them try and scoot under Ryan's chair and shout alarms to each other when planes fly overhead (which I assume they believe are the biggest hawks ever?) makes me giggle. It's really unfortunate that we are in the Burlington airport flight path...hopefully they'll get used to it over time.

You can see our little raised beds in some shots. We purchased them from Keith at Cedar Goods in Montpelier and love them; they're really well made and very affordable. Would highly recommend them if you're looking for raised beds in this area. So the garden is doing okay but not great...it is our first year planting a garden so I'm trying to cut ourselves a little slack. We've harvested lots of zucchini (Milo loves to peek under the leaves to see if he can spot them and gestures wildly if he finds one), a few green tomatoes (compliments of the babe who doesn't understand the concept of harvesting when ripe), some tasty basil, Swiss chard, and lettuce. All in all, not a bad crop. Oh, and we planted sunflowers around the corner of the coop in the hopes that they'll provide the chicks with some shade...but no blooms yet.

Front door color

Yes, it's been 1.5 years since we moved in and both the front and side door are still a dull white. Approaching yellow at this point. We desperately need to paint them...but that would require deciding on a color. We think we've narrowed it down to two contenders: a funky lime green or robins egg blue. Your vote?











(Credits in order of appearance: Remodelista, TarPaperCrane, Coastal Living, ??, Martha Stewart, Etsy, Styleredux, Istockphoto, SusanCohanGardens)

Progress on the coop...

We (and by we, I mean Ryan) are making progress on the coop...which is a good thing because the chickens are getting huge!! We've been letting them spend more and more time outside (in one of the dog's old pens) which they seem to love. A bumblebee buzzed around the pen the other day and by their excited shrieking and carrying on, you would have thought they were 13-year old girls at a Justin Bieber concert. I can't wait for them to catch their first bug. Milo is also greatly enjoying all of the time we have been spending outside lately. He dotes on the chickens and sticks his chubby little hands through the bars of the pen to feed them grass and clover. Why they are jazzed to take it from him when they have the exact same grass inside the pen is beyond me. Guess the adoration is mutual! Notice Ryan's shirt in the last photo--this was taken on Father's Day and Milo's daycare made all the dads cute tees.

P.S. Hardware cloth sucks. If/when you're working with it, wear gloves. Thick gloves.

The nursery is occupied: Redux!

So when Milo made his big debut in February of 2010, we blogged about how the nursery was finally occupied. Well Milo has some new neighbors upstairs and we have a new birth to announce--our baby chickens!!! I traveled to Williamstown, VT on Friday to pick up our little ladies...persevering in the face of intense rains, high winds, and flooding (was actually detoured at one point because of a fallen tree and water over the road). We have had record rainfall here in Burlington and I was really worried that I wouldn't be able to pick them up on time--but I made it and there they were in their little carrying box, all cute and fuzzy and LOUD. They peeped and cheeped the whole way home. On the one hand, it was reassuring. I figured if they had the energy to belt it out, they were in pretty good shape. On the other hand, it was incredibly distracting and disconcerting to have a live box of really noisy animals next to you in the front seat while driving 65 mph on I-89. (Okay, so I was really going 75 because I was so worried one was going to die in transit and wanted to get home before the fateful moment.)

So far (knock on wood), they have proven much more resilient than I expected. I was convinced they were all going to keel over one after the other, like sad, slow bowling pins being knocked over by a Coccidiosis bowling ball. (One of my weaker--yet most dramatic!--metaphors) But they survived the trip home, eventful as it was, and have made it through the first 48 hours.

We've had three cases of pasty butt but nothing a Q-tip soaked in warm water and some Vaseline couldn't fix. They seem to like their brooder and are especially fond of kicking fresh litter into their water dish. I'm offering positive reinforcement...complimenting them on every few minutes that pass without the offending litter making its way into the water...but my approach doesn't seem to be working. I might have to implement the time-out rule soon. They also like preening themselves, pecking at the spots of color in the newspaper under their litter, and sleeping in positions that make me think they're dead. Think face down, arms/wings flat out, shallow hard-to-detect breathing. They do this a lot. I think they may actually be hot. The brooder is a steady 95 degrees which the books say is the right temperature for chicks this age but their body language seems to suggest otherwise. So we might raise the heat lamp a bit. Also, for those of you out there with partners who spend an inordinate amount of money on drum equipment that doesn't possibly look like it's worth the amount that shows up on your credit card bill, take heart. A drum boom makes a lovely heat lamp holder. Yay for making me feel better about the original cost of said drum boom.

Here are some pics. of our babes. Oh, and I almost forgot the most important detail--their names! The three Buff Orps are named Sophia, Rose, and Dot. Get it? Hint: The chicks are golden. Our four light Brahmas are named Billie, Ella, Nina, and Carmen. Any guesses as to the back story there? Feel free to post in the Comments section with your best guesses.

Shelburne Farms chicken workshop!

Ryan and I had the best day today. Shelburne Farms offers a "backyard layers" workshop for folks interested in raising chickens and it was a blast. Sam Smith, a super engaging and knowledgeable farmer, lead the session and had us laughing the entire time. His impression of a chicken finding a worm and trying desperately to simultaneously show it off and protect it from flock mates was one of the funnier things I have seen in awhile. Anyway, we learned a lot (did you know both kelp and oyster shells are great for chickens?), met some other cool self-professed "chicken people," and were even introduced to the ladies of the Shelburne Farms production flock (read: designed to lay lots of eggs) and education flock (read: a ragtag bunch of hens of various shapes, sizes, ages, and breeds). One of the best parts was that the production flock was almost 100% Buff Orps. After reading about them for so long, being able to pet one was lovely. They really enjoyed pecking at Ryan's shoelaces so we made a note to buy some rubber gardening boots ASAP.

Some additional (random) chicken facts: The more an egg "stands up" when you crack it, the better the quality. Hens are better behaved when there is a rooster in the mix. Hens do their best laying when they're between 6 months-2 years but some can live as long as 10+ years. Molting (when they lose their feathers) looks gross but is perfectly normal; a hen generally stops laying after she molts. [Correction: Hens decrease their laying rate after molting...but don't stop completely--woohoo!]

Here are some pics. of our day!

Chickens

So as alluded to in a previous post, we are in fact entering the exciting yet somewhat daunting world of backyard chicken raising. Ryan has *always* wanted chickens. I have an unnatural fear of their little feet as well as a complete inability to handle death. For those two reasons, I have stemmed the tide that is Ryan's begging...until this year. No more excuses. We have the land, we have the right (we're zoned agricultural/rural so no codes or laws to worry about), we have the time (sort of), and now we have what I see as a good enough reason to overcome my two fears...Milo. Ryan feels strongly (and has convinced me) that it is a great thing to raise a kiddo around animals. We have the dogs but it's not really the same thing. Ryan's dad's family has been in the dairy business for many years. In fact, his uncle Pat currently runs the family's organic dairy farm in Enosburg Falls on--wait for it--Hayes Farm Rd. Ryan spent many a day at the family farm growing up and even lived there for a short period of time when he was in elementary school. (See picture below; compliments of www.251club.org)


He has fond memories of visiting the dairy barn and talking to the cows. He has helped in the "processing" of turkeys. He has seen both the beginning and end of life of many an animal and, as a result, has a much deeper understanding of where our food comes from than many people do. (Perhaps that explains why he is a vegetarian and has been for many years.)

Anyway, after our 1000th conversation about this and his desire to give Milo a sense of where our food comes from (or at least our eggs) and the responsibility of farm-like chores, I acquiesced. And I have to say that I'm glad I did. We eat a lot of eggs. Lately, that is one of the only foods Milo eats consistently. And I love the idea of our little homestead being somewhat self-sustaining...producing veggies (post on our raised beds to come!), fruit (our cherry tree and apple trees are blossoming and our raspberry bushes are kicking butt!), and now eggs. And you know how I adore a good research project. The house is finished, the kid was birthed, so now onto something new...chickens.

I have spent a lot of time (okay, way too much time) scouring the forums at backyardchickens.com. It's a fantastic resource for anyone interested in chicken raising. I also spent a lot of time (okay, way too much time) researching coop designs. After extensive reading and deliberating, we decided on the Garden Coop, an awesome design created by a super cool guy out in Portland, Oregon. In addition to the affordable plans (only $20), you receive online support...from him! I have emailed him twice now with questions and he has responded within 24 hours. Talk about customer service. Plus, the blog he has created is chock full of helpful hints and tips. I could not be more happy with our purchase and have been prosthelytizing about it ever since I hit the "buy" button on his website. Check out this awesomeness. (Photos from the Garden Coop website)


We purchased all of our materials over the past two weekends and Ryan has been busy in the basement putting the thing together. We are sanding and staining (using an eco-friendly product, Vermont Natural Coatings, so as to avoid putting anything toxic near the chickens) this weekend and will hopefully site the thing next week so we can start wrapping it in hardware cloth. We have our little brooder all ready upstairs because our baby chicks arrive next Friday, May 27th!!!

As for our chicks, we ordered them from Farm N' Country store in Williamstown, VT. They, in turn, order from Ideal Hatcheries. We picked three Buff Orpingtons and four Light Brahmas. According to everything we have read, both breeds are supposed to be incredibly docile and good with kids. One book called the Brahmas the Buddhist monks and the Buff Orps the golden retrievers of chickens. Monks and golden retrievers sound about right to us. And they're both large breeds so they do well in cold weather and produce eggs at a good clip. Here is a pic. of the two breeds, Buff Orp first and then Brahma.


Our coop can hold up to eight and we were hoping for more like six...so the store said to order seven. (Working hard to suppress my fear-of-death anxiety.) Ryan promised he would deal with any chicken losses and agreed that we would give them a proper burial if it was to come to pass...rather than cut their head off and throw the body in the compost pile as at least one website suggested. Ryan also assured me, quite matter of factly, that if/when chickens are attacked by predators, there is rarely any evidence left behind. Goodness I hope I'm ready for this.

Backyard fun

What, you say? Two blog posts in one day? The world has gone mad.

I just couldn't help myself! I wanted to share some pictures of the fun we had this afternoon working on our yard. We figure we've lived here over a year...it's about time we give as much lovin' to the outside of our house as we have to the inside. Plus, our little apple trees are getting lonely.

So first up, we transplanted some young maples from the woods around Ryan's parents' house to our yard. We then put together our new composter and deposited the inaugural batch of kitchen scraps (plus some leaves). Very exciting! If you are local, the Chittenden Solid Waste District offers a cool incentive to compost...a reduced price compost bin. For the mere price of $48.50, you can have your very own SoilSaver bin! They retail for $74.45 on Amazon so it's a decent savings. CSWD also offers free plans so you can build your own composting bin.

I love that our local solid waste district encourages composting. According to the CSWD website, food scraps make up one-third of people's trash so it really can help reduce waste. (Stepping off soap box now...)

Here are some pics. of our backyard adventures today. Milo was a real help...or something like that. He made the day at lot more humorous than it would have been otherwise. My favorite Milo moment? Him trying to crawl into the hole Ryan just dug for one of the maples. Too funny. He had a blast. The sign of a good day for Milo? Two baths. One to get all the mud and dirt off of him and the second because we had to drain the first tub because the water was brown. Today was definitely a two-bath kind of day.