It's work, that's what I know, as I'm sure most of you do.
I've noticed comments like this on Craigslist lately, usually accompanying a small coop or chicken tractor for sale:
"This coop was designed by me, (not a kit or online plans), and built using 100% recycled wood (and some hardware). It is white because I primed it to protect the wood, but you can paint it any color you want. Also have some misc. supplies I can throw in if you are looking at getting your own flock started.
And if I do say so, this is a most excellent coop, I'm very proud of it, we've just decided that we aren't eating enough eggs to justify the time we spend on the birds." (Picture was of a very cute small doghouse type coop.)
And if I do say so, this is a most excellent coop, I'm very proud of it, we've just decided that we aren't eating enough eggs to justify the time we spend on the birds." (Picture was of a very cute small doghouse type coop.)
Work, what Keith has been doing the entire holiday weekend.
This is no picture of a bucolic chicken yard, it is stinking with chicken poop, and spoiled grain. Nasty. I deal with this three times a day. I love it.
The inside of the big henhouse. We need to pull all the drywall down... we had hoped to move ALL chickens to the new henyard for a couple of weeks and then attack this. The stains on the walls are from the starlings coming in during the winter. This house will still be used, but by the elderly chickens, one of which you see in front of you, and two old roosters in the background, plus a dozen more. You can JUST make out April on the feed room side, which we have used as a coop this entire year.
Nope, I wouldn't call this a bucolic picture, either.
And this pen, whew.... stinking.... you see, the tarp over it ripped three days ago in the storm, and the whole front of the pen is wet. UGH. I'll be busy tomorrow putting a new tarp on in the 95 degree weather predicted, because we are expecting strong storms on Friday. By the way, Tonganoxie had the highest temps in the metro area today, Keith will attest to that! (and these cockerel-producing hens are moving to the new henhouse!)
So, my whole point... I applaud those folks who have been reading every woman's magazine for the past year about the delights of raising a few hens for eggs... but it's HARD WORK. The ad I showed you above is one of many, I'm afraid. It's hard, dirty work and you have to do it when you are tired, when you are running a fever, when you want to go do something else.... the chickens have to be fed and watered, their wounds treated, their babies protected, and their pens kept moderately safe from predators. You can't go to grandma's house for Thanksgiving unless someone has stayed home to feed the chickens, or unless grandma lives in the same area. You can't go to Cancun unless you have a chicken babysitter.
And that's what I know!
(and yes, It's getting to be the "All Chicken Blog" again, I know)
