Crab Orchard, Tennessee)
Farm life adventures of the Happy Hoer[ Member listing ]
31 May · Fri 2013
At the Farmer's Market and with the CSA members, everyone loves Fresh Eggs from the Happy Hens. The girls were pretty happy with their two coops, large fenced in area, fresh veggies and lots of different grains. I wanted more......
More space--free range? Nope, not on my porch railings, in the gardens, on the vehicles, and I sure don't want to start hunting eggs every day.
Enter electric poultry netting with handy dandy step in posts. I settled on a 160' length and I already had a fence charger, so a couple of weeks ago I set up a new patch of ground for the girls, adjacent to their existing pen. They loved it so much I didn't have to mow. Now to get the fence in another position, further away, so they still have access to their nest boxes, water, and feed. Voila! The chicken tunnel was born......
I jokingly named it the "chunnel" but after looking that term up on line, other people besides myself think the English language is lacking in creative words here and there. The chunnel is made from concrete reinforcing "ladders" that are bent into a hoop shape and pushed into the ground. The chicken wire is then draped over top and attached at ground level with wire staples. It leads from a small opening in their pen to the electric fencing that you see in this picture.
I wondered how long it would take them to enter the tunnel, and I timed it--12 seconds exactly! Chickens are very curious creatures. The netting is 42" high which must have been researched because a few times one of the girls has attempted the flight out, but came in contact with the fence and decided against trying again.
The farm dog Hattie (aka Battie Hattie, the Kooky Catahoula) decided to sniff the fence. Evidently she had never felt electric shock before because she screamed and ran into the woods and up the hill behind the house, screaming the whole way. She doesn't go near the fence any more.
Once they wear out this patch of ground I'll move the entire compound to new territory.
Posted by Terry @ 03:15 PM CDT [ Comments  ]
30 Nov · Fri 2012
Today I was returning from an early morning trip to town and I realized I hadn't opened the high tunnel up before I left, and it was a very sunny day--that means HOT in the tunnel. While walking to the ht I spied a hawk flying out of the chicken pen. My heart sank. I ran over to the pen and saw the pile of feathers, remains of one of the newest chickens, and no chickens in sight. They always run to their coop when danger threatens. What I want to know is how does the hawk know not to eat the young, aggravating roosters that are just waiting to be butchered, OR the old hens that are at the end of their useful laying period. The hawk ALWAYS goes for the young pullets that are just nearing laying age.....grrrrrrrr!
I had grandios plans today of straightening a few lumber stacks and covering them better, but when you work with Mother Nature plans are apt to change at any given moment. I have committed to raising hens for eggs, so the majority of the afternoon was spent stringing the remains of a 3400 yard spool of 12 pound test line over the top of the pen and then tying hundreds of survey marking tape flags on the line. Great leg workout.......
It may not look like much in the photo, but it took almost a whole roll of survey tape, and about 3 hours of back-breaking work listening to chickens who were upset over the hawk, and also upset over being integrated together (babies and older chickens) just 2 days ago. Not a good day in "chicken-ville". I was about ready to kill a couple of the young roosters by the time I was finished! The term "pecking order" is just exactly what it means--chickens arguing and pecking, squawking, and growling to rank higher in the group I guess.
As I was finishing up the project the wind was blowing at a pretty good clip and the flags were all waving--The chicken empire is now festively decorated for the holidays! Hopefully it will "Trick the hawk with o-range rib-b0ns.....fa la la la la, la la la la". Sorry, couldn't help myself
Posted by Terry @ 07:00 PM CST [ Comments  ]
21 Nov · Wed 2012
Although it is hard to admit when one does things worthy of being the punch line in a joke, once in a while I like to make other people feel smart by sharing these "blond" moments.
At the present time there are about four different age groups of hens in the empire of the Happy Hens; there are old hens, pullets, almost-pullets, and chicks. That means that egg production around here is somewhat cramped right now and the loyal fans of the Happy Hens are keeping us BUSY! Yesterday the high tunnel season sort of officially began with the first delivery of greens, root veggies and fresh eggs. There are always more orders for eggs than are available so the orders are processed in order of how they were received. The folks who got eggs were thrilled and the others, well, really wanted eggs.
This morning I was taking inventory of all the ingredients I needed to make the dishes I volunteered for the Thanksgiving meal this year--that would be corn (out of the garden), a sweet potato casserole (from the garden), and deviled eggs (from the Happy Hens) oh crap, I sold all the eggs.
Can you believe that I had to go to the grocery store this morning and BUY eggs? I was hoping no one I knew would see me, and it was really difficult to choose which eggs to buy. I know cage-free means that there's a door open somewhere that the chickens could go out IF they knew the door was there and IF there were chickens to follow out that door, and natural means, well, uh, nothing actually.
Rather than stress myself out over natural, brown, white, cage free, listen-to-music-while-they-lay...blah, I just chose organic eggs. If you've never seen store-bought eggs (organic, nonetheless) right next to a fresh farm egg, here's a picture I took of 2 store bought eggs and 1 egg from the Happy Hens (it was cracked a little)--guess which ones are which......
The only saving grace to this whole mixup is that fresh eggs are harder to peel than store bought eggs, so the deviled eggs won't look like I peeled them with a butcher knife this year....hopefully!
Enjoy your turkey day.
Posted by Terry @ 09:33 PM CST [ Comments  ]