No, I mean really, Sally is *molting*. At least I hope that's all that this is. We can see her skin both on her back and at her backside. It's line the skin of a chicken you'd see at the supermarket: all goose bumpy and pink. Joan molted last year, but it wasn't anything like this. I hope she gets her new feathers in before it gets too cold or else we're going to have to knit her a sweater.
Follow our adventures
Follow our adventures as we raise a tiny flock of chickens in suburban Bexley, Ohio.
Our chicken bloggers include Tami Taylor, a Welsummer, and Tyra, a Jersey Giant.
Our chicken bloggers include Tami Taylor, a Welsummer, and Tyra, a Jersey Giant.
RIP, Betty, Joan, Sally & Peggy.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Karen and Peggy
Philosopher friend Karen came to visit for the weekend, and made it a point to come out to see the chickens. She got to meet all the ladies, but Peggy had the honor of posing for a photograph with her.
The chickens enjoyed some time outside of their run during Karen's visit--they scratched around for some worms (it's been rainy) and gnawed at some grass and clover, and, generally, behaved like chickens.
Sally has been molting these last couple weeks. She's been losing feathers on her head and on the back of her neck. She doesn't look great at the moment, but when the new feathers come in, she should be back to her beautiful self.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Weekend run
Andrew has been working up plans for a portable PVC extension run for the coop so that we can leave town for a night without worrying about letting the chickens in or out. Stay tuned!
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Chicken's Dance Card Has Been Full!
Our hens have had quite a few visitors in the past week. Mia visited on a research mission for a book she's writing. We talked about why we wanted to get chickens in the first place, and how it's changed the way we see ourselves, our food and our community. Andrew & I agreed that taking care of chickens has brought us closer to where our food comes from. This is obviously literal (they're making eggs right outside the kitchen window), but also metaphorical in that we're more likely to think about what goes into making food. As a vegan (except our ladies' eggs), our chickens make me even more concerned about how industrial agriculture robs people and animals of the joy that comes from living near each other. I can't imagine Sally or Joan or Peggy living in a tiny cage with wilted combs and no life except eating antibiotic-laden feed and over-laying. But I also worry about the people who have to work in those terrible conditions, becoming enured to the suffering they're surrounded by on a daily basis.
So there's that. But there's also the fact that caring for outdoor animals brings us more in touch with the seasons, more in touch with what we choose to put on or leave off our lawn (chemicals, etc), more in touch with how the chicken's diet changes the way their eggs look and taste. Having chickens has also brought us closer to how people used to do things. My grandpa grew up on Beck street in the 1910s and 1920s. Back then everybody had chickens. It was an obvious way to supplement meager immigrant diets. Everybody knew that keeping a few hens was no big deal. Now-a-days, people think it must involve some insurmountable challenge because they no longer have models of neighbors who are making it work. Having chickens has shown us that we can have chickens.
Has anybody else done something food-related that changed the way you see yourself in your world? For example, I was inspired by a friend's thriving volunteer tomato patch last week. They didn't even plant them - the tomatoes just reseeded from last year! That is, after all, how plants work, but I'd kind of forgotten that.
Anyway, Mia's project sounds cool. We'll post more when we know more!
She took one of the few (the only?) pictures we have of both Andrew & I together with the chickens. Here we are with Peggy. She's the only one brave enough to sit still for a photo.
Last night Tammy, Ken & Eva visited. Eva's an awesome 10 year old thinking about getting some chickens of her own. She was inspired, as were we, by the amazing diversity of chickens at the fair. The bantams were my favorite. Eva liked the Polish hen show-girls. Too bad we don't have an active 4-H program in Columbus - though Eva may end up finding whichever chapter is closest. I didn't know until a few days ago that 4-H is run through the OSU Extension offices. So much cool stuff comes out of the Extension offices. It's a shame that their budgets are shrinking away so quickly! I can't wait to have some kids that I can lure into 4-H. In fact, I not only want 4-H in Columbus, I want it for adults. Then I can finally learn how to care for those goats I've been wanting (just kidding (mostly)).
So there's that. But there's also the fact that caring for outdoor animals brings us more in touch with the seasons, more in touch with what we choose to put on or leave off our lawn (chemicals, etc), more in touch with how the chicken's diet changes the way their eggs look and taste. Having chickens has also brought us closer to how people used to do things. My grandpa grew up on Beck street in the 1910s and 1920s. Back then everybody had chickens. It was an obvious way to supplement meager immigrant diets. Everybody knew that keeping a few hens was no big deal. Now-a-days, people think it must involve some insurmountable challenge because they no longer have models of neighbors who are making it work. Having chickens has shown us that we can have chickens.
Has anybody else done something food-related that changed the way you see yourself in your world? For example, I was inspired by a friend's thriving volunteer tomato patch last week. They didn't even plant them - the tomatoes just reseeded from last year! That is, after all, how plants work, but I'd kind of forgotten that.
Anyway, Mia's project sounds cool. We'll post more when we know more!
She took one of the few (the only?) pictures we have of both Andrew & I together with the chickens. Here we are with Peggy. She's the only one brave enough to sit still for a photo.
Last night Tammy, Ken & Eva visited. Eva's an awesome 10 year old thinking about getting some chickens of her own. She was inspired, as were we, by the amazing diversity of chickens at the fair. The bantams were my favorite. Eva liked the Polish hen show-girls. Too bad we don't have an active 4-H program in Columbus - though Eva may end up finding whichever chapter is closest. I didn't know until a few days ago that 4-H is run through the OSU Extension offices. So much cool stuff comes out of the Extension offices. It's a shame that their budgets are shrinking away so quickly! I can't wait to have some kids that I can lure into 4-H. In fact, I not only want 4-H in Columbus, I want it for adults. Then I can finally learn how to care for those goats I've been wanting (just kidding (mostly)).
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Power washing the house leaves paint chips in the run
Today was day #1 of the house painting project. To be clear, by "project" I mean "paying someone to pain the house." They guy came to power wash and I moved the hens to a temporary pen out by the garage. They seem happy and unconcerned.
I, on the other hand, am now a little p.o.'d about all the paint chips in the chicken run. I don't know for sure if there's lead in our paint, but seems safe to assume there is. I asked the power-washer to tarp the chicken run and he did, but not that well. It's pretty well covered in 3-molecule pieces of paint.
So now what? I haven't moved the hens back to the run yet. Andrew's on his way home from work. Maybe we'll just swap out all the mulch from the run and start from scratch (no pun intended). Ugh. What a pain in the butt. But I've just spent 20 minutes scaring myself by googling "chickens + eggs + lead paint." It's probably worth it if we don't want our future offspring to have lead poisoning, to say nothing of the poor chickens.
I also read here about getting eggs tested for lead levels. That could be an interesting science experiment. I may start bothering the extension office for information on getting eggs tested in Columbus. If I find anything, I'll post. If anyone else knows, please share.
I, on the other hand, am now a little p.o.'d about all the paint chips in the chicken run. I don't know for sure if there's lead in our paint, but seems safe to assume there is. I asked the power-washer to tarp the chicken run and he did, but not that well. It's pretty well covered in 3-molecule pieces of paint.
So now what? I haven't moved the hens back to the run yet. Andrew's on his way home from work. Maybe we'll just swap out all the mulch from the run and start from scratch (no pun intended). Ugh. What a pain in the butt. But I've just spent 20 minutes scaring myself by googling "chickens + eggs + lead paint." It's probably worth it if we don't want our future offspring to have lead poisoning, to say nothing of the poor chickens.
I also read here about getting eggs tested for lead levels. That could be an interesting science experiment. I may start bothering the extension office for information on getting eggs tested in Columbus. If I find anything, I'll post. If anyone else knows, please share.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Chickens survived the heat-wave
It's finally under 100 in the chicken coop & the chickens are back to their normal business. They rode out the heat wave under the hydrangea in the side yard with occasional hose showers.
This morning, because it's not so stinkin' hot today, we decided not to let them out in the side yard (they poop on the breezeway and it makes letting out Moses (the dog) logistically difficult, so the side-yard is not normally chicken-territory). They protested loudly for a few hours, but they seem to have forgotten by now.
We picked our chickens because they're pretty cold hardy breeds & I'm not sure what that means about their heat tolerance, but I'm glad to see them relaxed, not-panting, and seemingly happy.
This morning, because it's not so stinkin' hot today, we decided not to let them out in the side yard (they poop on the breezeway and it makes letting out Moses (the dog) logistically difficult, so the side-yard is not normally chicken-territory). They protested loudly for a few hours, but they seem to have forgotten by now.
We picked our chickens because they're pretty cold hardy breeds & I'm not sure what that means about their heat tolerance, but I'm glad to see them relaxed, not-panting, and seemingly happy.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Neighbor chickens met their chicken maker
I'm so sad to report that several neighboring Bexley Chickens died today in the heat. We were really worried about our girls yesterday, too. It seems now like we weren't overreacting to their panting & labored breathing.
Poor neighbor chickens. They really do hate the heat. :(
For now our three girls seem to be staying cool enough by hiding under the hydrangeas - fingers crossed that the heat breaks soon because the next step is boxing them up for an afternoon in the basement (inside a box) and that doesn't sound pleasant for anyone.
Poor neighbor chickens. They really do hate the heat. :(
For now our three girls seem to be staying cool enough by hiding under the hydrangeas - fingers crossed that the heat breaks soon because the next step is boxing them up for an afternoon in the basement (inside a box) and that doesn't sound pleasant for anyone.
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