Coop Drama: Part One

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If we were being accurate, this should probably be called Coop Drama: Part 2,395,698.  It never ends.

First up, please take a moment to admire the newly summer-ized coop.

Before (winter coop):

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After (summer coop):

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We left some of the wood on there to keep the inside, namely the food area, dry during storms.  So far so good.

Now. For about 2 months we had really solid egg production again.  We were even getting some MONSTERS.

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Then, gradually, the soft and really thin shells started coming again.  Like, so thin you’d reach in to pick the egg up and it would collapse in your hand.  And while the chickens weren’t actively eating the eggs regularly, when they fell and broke they were starting to again.

Our chickens sleep this way:

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This is problematic for the eating-your-own-egg issue, because they jump down and the egg is right there for them, buffet style.

So, attempt #1: build a ramp to place under their butts, slanting down towards the back of the coop, so that when the chickens lay from the perch the egg rolls down where they aren’t really visible and or readily available for eating.  Simple.

So we built a ramp.  Next step: padding for the ramp.  We went looking for plastic nesting pads, as seen here:

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These are nice because you can hose them down (for all the turds) and chickens eat EVERYTHING…but they can’t really peck this type of plastic off of the ground (like they can, and will, with astroturf or other types of fake grass).

Unfortunately, for some bizarre reason, you can’t find this anywhere in Lexington.  Lowe’s, Southern States, Home Depot, the local farming store…nowhere.  Have to order it online.  What?  We live in KENTUCKY.  Add it to the list.

Anyway, Paul found the next best option the he thought the chickens wouldn’t eat: some sort of dried grass/hay like padding.   So we padded the ramp…

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…placed it inside…

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…tested it…

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…and voila!  Beautiful, padded, egg-drop safe ramp…that the chickens promptly went in and destroyed.  They used their massive talons and totally tore up the padding.  The first egg that landed on it broke and didn’t go anywhere.

Attempt #1: Fail.

Back to the drawing board.

Valentines Day Gift from the Girls

IMG_20130212_201558The ladies have decided to start laying normal eggs again.  For the most part.  I think they’re liking the (slightly) warmer weather and sun coming up at 7 instead of 8.

Then we got this.

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Interesting.  And kind of normal.  It has a shell (albeit partially deformed and discolored) and has not been eaten.  I’ll take it.

Happy Valentines Day.

Why did the chicken…

Chickens

Let me tell you what I dream of.  I dream of a better world where chickens just lay their eggs, with shells, and don’t take part in cannibalistic infanticide.

The past few weeks we’ve seen a few more rubber eggs, which had me concerned, followed by…nothing.  We’ve actually had a few days where no eggs have been laid, and many days with just one egg.

I was starting to freak, thinking dammit, it’s over, we’re going to have to send Romy to the big freezer in the sky…when I came across this:

It’s the middle of winter. You’re getting very few eggs from your flock, if any at all. They’re still in the stages of molting, or they’re just finishing up their last molt. …

Many chickens cease laying during molting as they need to channel all that energy — and all available protein — into growing out their feathers, which are almost purely protein (keratin fiber, to be exact).

Oh, Garden Betty.  You’re good for more than just Xmas presents.  Though, in addition to putting our coop to shame, she also makes me feel like a negligent chicken owner.

Our chickens are molting?

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I’ve maybe seen a few extra feathers lying around, but no piles of discarded down or balding spots on the ladies or “crazed porcupine” necks.  Nothing freakish.

This change did coincide with a few weeks of no sun, meaning it stayed dark until well past 8am, and a pretty extreme drop in temps (I went running the other morning–17 degrees out, felt like 3.)   So it is possible.

Paul spoke with the woman at Southern States, who assured us that the feed we’re buying is infused with plenty of protein for winter.  So…fingers crossed that I am just unobservant and this is what’s going on.

P.S. Thanks goes out to Uncle Joe for the opening picture.

Glass Trees

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Because of where we sit geographically, Kentucky is prone to ice storms.  Last night they were predicting nasty weather, so of course that’s all anyone was talking about in the office.  I started saying that I thought the ice storm I experienced the first winter we moved here (2010) was the most beautiful thing ever.  My co-workers were like, uh, we haven’t had an ice storm since 2009 (and it was bad, people lost electricity for over a week, trees were falling on houses…).  Apparently what I had experienced was just freezing rain (which, btw, is different than sleet).  Stupid Californian.

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Anyway, we had more freezing rain last night.  Despite that, the roads and sidewalks weren’t too icy, and the air actually wasn’t too cold (in the 30s), so this morning I headed out for a run into a glass wonderland.  Everything is covered in a perfect layer of ice.  In the dark, with the street lights illuminating the twinkling trees, it’s kind of magical.

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I’ll tell you who doesn’t think it’s magical.

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And they let us know by laying another rubber egg this morning.  Eff.  We need to figure out what’s going on.

And, totally off topic, I’ve been watching this video over and over and over this week.

What the Shell

More chicken drama.

A few days ago, after a week of successes with the new penthouse, I went out back to let the chickens out and found one of them pecking at something inside the coop.  At first I thought she was just eating her own turds (weird and gross), but upon further inspection realized that it was actually an egg.  With no shell.

What.

I scooped up the gelatinous lump with a very obvious yolk in the middle with my little shovel and, after a lot of gagging, threw it in the trash.  I then got online to make sure that what I had found was actually what I thought it was.

During this process I learned way more about the chicken reproductive system than I ever really wanted to know.

But I also found out that these shell-less eggs, aka “rubber eggs”, do in fact exist.

There were numerous reports of shell-less eggs showing up in both chickens that are beginning their laying cycle (younger chickens) and those who are ending it (older chickens). It can also be caused by stress, poor nutrition, or a calcium, phosophorous, or vitamin D deficiency.

I also learned that some people EAT THESE COAGULATED BLOBS.  They’re like, “Oh yeah, just throw it in some boiling water and let it boil like a normal egg.”

Um, no.

While I’m really hoping our chickens aren’t getting towards the end of their laying cycle, the general consensus across chicken forums seemed to be: don’t freak if it only happens occasionally, because sometimes it just happens.  And so far, for us, it’s only happened once.

So I’m not freaking.  Yet.

A Most Winningest Week

This has been a week full of wins.

Win #1: my parents came to visit Kentucky for the first time.  In addition to paying for all of our food during their trip, my father broke the shower head in the guest bathroom.  So we went out and got a $20 replacement at Home Depot.  And when he hooked it up and turned on the shower…

Zing!  Blinking color-changing disco shower in the guest room.  I did not know these existed or this would have happened much sooner.  The color correlates with the water temperature.  Double win.

Also:

Two eggs in the penthouse.  MAJOR victorious win.

Also: I went for a 10 (turned 10.5) mile run, 4 miles of which were in new territory (I ran there with Alison once last year, but just followed her lead).  I didn’t write the new route on my hand, like I normally do…and I only got lost ONCE.  And it was a minor kind of lost, not the holy-crap-Paul’s-going-to-call-the-cops-because-I’ve-been-gone-for-3-hours kind of lost.  Add on to that a little bit of a change in scenery:

Serious personal win.

AND THANKSGIVING IS TOMORROW!  On the docket: a 12ish mile run, a little work, a lot of family, and a 10K+ calories in mashed potatoes alone.

Bring.  It.

Penthouse

Just when you thought (hoped) that the chicken posts were done for the season…here comes a doozy.

Last Friday when I opened the garage door to get the chicken feed to bring out to the girls, I didn’t hear the usual “bockbockbockbock” greeting I usually get from behind the garage (the sound of the garage door opening cues them to the fact that food is headed their way.)

I walked back there prepared, as I have been every morning since we got them, to find two chicken carcasses, victim of the UGLY AS SIN possum that has been hanging out in our yard.

Pretty sure it’s this guy.

Instead I found the two of them, still alive, happily sitting in their coop…MUNCHING ON THEIR OWN EGG AGAIN.

GOD. DAMMIT.

So, there are a few reasons why chickens might actively eat their eggs, including protein or calcium deficiencies, not enough water in the coop, and boredom (seriously).  In our case, it’s most likely none of the above, but rather an issue of not providing enough cushioning for the eggs early on, so they’d break upon landing.

When you google “chickens eating their own eggs”, the A#1 most common suggestion is: prevent it from starting altogether, because “if this (habit) goes on too long, it will be nearly impossible to break”.   Wonderful.  Obviously too late for that.

Next most common suggestion, after asserting that chickens don’t naturally eat their eggs and blaming the problem on “poor husbandry or management practices” (pfft), most poultry forums state that it’s generally only one or two chickens in the flock that are the culprits, and highly encourage you cull the problem chicken(s) (I had to look up what that meant.)

Well.  We only have 2 chickens.  No culling happening here.

A little more poking around the interwebs led me to Ten Steps for How To Keep Chickens from Eating Their Own Eggs…which was actually only 3 steps when you took into account the fact that our chickens are a.) already eating their eggs, and b.) should be getting plenty of protein and calcium in their diet (we feed them spinach and other leafy greens regularly, as well as protein-fortified feed…though maybe we will start throwing in some oyster eggshell supplements to help).

Suggestions:

  1. Collect the eggs more often than once a day, so they’re not laying around for your bored chickens to peck at
  2. Put used golf balls in the nest.  Not only will this show them where they are supposed to lay, they will also try to peck through the golf ball and, when they can’t do it, will stop trying
  3. Take an egg that they’ve already started to eat and replace the yolk with English mustard (had to look that up too)

I really wanted to go for the last one, but it required pretty precise timing.  And I didn’t know if French’s mustard would work (English mustard?  Wtf?)

We already do #1, but that schedule is dictated by working hours.  So not a lot of flexibility there.

So #2 it was!  We went out and found ourselves some golf balls.

We also decided to add some additional protected nesting space outside of the coop, since many sites recommend you provide plenty of nesting boxes “at least two feet off the ground and at least four feet from the roosts”.  Our “flock” is so small that generally speaking, so long as we keep providing clean straw, nesting space has not been an issue for us.  But all of the nests we provided were on the ground (which may be why they started laying from their perches in the coop where they sleep?)  Plus the eggs laid in the coop seem to be the only eggs they go after.  So, more encouragement to lay outside.

And so, Paul built this:

That’s from the chicken’s perspective.  In reality:

A sky high penthouse.  The really hilarious thing is that Michelle (the one you can see inside the box) literally ran up the ladder and got to work making a nest as soon as Paul finished it.

PLEASE GOD LET THIS WORK.

Cooped Up

Morning walk with the Dud.  Enjoying what’s left of the fall leaves as the morning frost becomes a daily occurrence…

As I mentioned, a few weeks ago we were hit with the cold part of Frankenstorm.  No snow, but forecasts of temperatures in the low 30s with high winds prompted Paul to further winterize our chicken coop.

Ha, right.  I wish.  Coops like these make me feel a little (or lot) inadequate.

As you might remember, a few weeks ago we took our coop from “summer” coop:

…to “winterized” coop:

Then we had the egg problem, prompting us to further insulate:

Then 2 weekends ago, the storms arrived.  With what we had, we did what we could to protect the girls from the icy winds predicted over that weekend.

Yes, there it is.  Our winter chicken palace.

As you can see, we (read: Paul) pretty much just boarded the whole thing up…in a very stylistic manner.  The only part not completely boarded up is at the end where the feeding trough is, making it really dark inside.  Doesn’t seem to bother the ladies, though.  They’ve both been laying earlier in the morning and NOT EATING THEIR EGGS!  Score.

This turned out to be good timing, seeing as how on Sunday, after a cold, cloudy morning that seemed to be bordering on snow flurries, it started to thunder and lightning.  Then this happened:

Big, fat hail.  Wtf.  Fortunately the girls were safe in their fortress.  Here’s to hoping that’s the last of the coop updates till spring.

Living with Cannibals

By now you’re most likely familiar with the chicken coop.

Newly winterized, obviously.

We had built it with two perches: one high, one low.  Turns out Michele really liked sleeping on the higher perch, while Romy prefers the lower.

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Michele would also lay her eggs first thing in the morning from up there.  And often times, despite our best efforts to avoid this by piling hay underneath the perches, the egg would land on the hard ground and break open.   And, if the shell cracked open far enough, they would eat it.

Recently, though, the chickens have realized that they can actually peck through the shell if it isn’t already broken and enjoy eating what would otherwise be their own young.

In addition to the fact that the only reason we have chickens is to produce eggs for US to eat, this is gross.  It needs to stop.

The good news is the chickens are dumb enough that they don’t realize that the other egg that Romy lays in the corner of the coop is also an egg, and they leave that one alone.  And based on the fact they regularly try to run through the chicken wire that surrounds their coop to get to their food, even though they’ve had to walk through the door every day multiple times a day for the past 5 months, we figured their long-term memory can’t be that stellar.

And so we concluded that all we needed to do was prevent them from eating the egg laid in the coop for a few days in a row and they’d forget that they liked eating eggs at all.  And our problem would be solved.

We considered putting a net under the high perch to catch the egg, but I had images of a chicken trying to jump up to the perch and getting caught in the net and finding a strangled chicken dangling one morning.  No go.

Solution:

This weekend we nailed a piece of plywood over the top perch, completely blocking off the second level, and filled the above cavity with straw, simultaneously preventing anyone from laying off the top perch AND providing additional insulation for winter.  Boom.

We also ripped out the old perch and put in a longer, stronger, better bottom perch for the two of them to share.

Paul went out there this morning and found both of them huddled together on it.  He also managed to rescue the un-broken egg before they got up and tried to eat it.

So far, so good.

Winter Chill

It’s not winter yet, but this weekend it was officially cold out.  Early morning temps dipped down to the mid-30s.  Yes.  30s.  I volunteered at a race on Sunday morning, about 45 minutes post-race start it was still 37 degrees outside.  I was not-so-secretly thrilled that I wasn’t riding on the bike soaking wet.

So aside from wrapping your tiny dog in blankets, what else do you do when the weather gets cold?  Winterize your chicken coop, of course.

Above is the summer-time chicken coop.   But after some hard work…

…BOOM.  Winterized Chicken Coop.

I know, we should consider quitting our day jobs.

Paul and I spent Sunday afternoon constructing this masterpiece.   We debated putting some more insulation on there, but eventually decided that the chickens are plenty insulated as long as we can block most of the wind from howling through their little coop.  We’ll see if the roof survives the first real storm.

The girls, however, apparently love their new abode, because one of them gifted us with the MOTHER of all eggs yesterday.  Remember how our normal eggs are so big we can’t close a regular egg crate when we put them in there?

Well.  This happened yesterday.

That poor chicken.

It was a weird shape, too, almost a perfect oval, instead of having an obvious top and bottom.  No idea why that happened, but I’m going to say it’s the new roof + all the spinach we’ve been feeding them lately.  Unless an ostrich snuck in there yesterday and dropped it off.

In non-chicken related news, Bourbon Chase starts tomorrow!  I’m driving to Louisville tonight to pick up Jen from the airport because she joined our team last minute and is very excited about the Burgoo Festival.  I don’t think she’s ever tried squirrel before.  SUPERRR FUN!  Hopefully fun enough to make me forget that I’ve only run once in the past 3 weeks.  Yeah.

WOOHOO