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A Random Chicken Nest March 14, 2011

Filed under: Animals,Chickens — Piper Long @ 7:11 am
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Today I was in the dairy barn looking for the feed scoop when I happened upon an undiscovered nest of eggs in a feed bin. One of the many problems with letting my chickens have free range of the entire farm.

It’s not that they don’t have plenty of nest boxes.

I think they are just being lazy. They go to the dairy barn for bits of corn and don’t want to walk all the way back to the chicken house to lay, so they just run around willy-nilly laying eggs wherever they fancy. Which wouldn’t be a problem if they would tell me.

Most of the hens comply and lay in the nest boxes I’ve provided, but there are still a few rebels who refuse to cooperate.

And while we’re on the subject of laying…

who’s laying the puny eggs?

Was it you?

No?

How about you?

Ugh, nevermind.

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Cleaning Out The Hen House February 14, 2011

Filed under: Animals,Country Life,Uncategorized — Piper Long @ 6:21 am
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When the 2011 blizzard hit my small Oklahoma town, it wiped out the entire egg section at Wal-Mart for nearly two weeks. When they finally got the egg back in the store, the entire town was so excited that they threw a huge celebration in honor of it’s arrival. It’s was quite the spectacle.

Meanwhile, back at the farm, the chickens were cooped up in their warm, comfy coop, with nothing better to do than lay eggs.

And poop. See that funny looking ladder type thing made from tree branches? That’s my homemade roost. Not bad, huh? Where there is a roost, there is poo.

With so many chickens in such a small space for so many days, it’s inevitable… the chicken house was a downright mess. My house didn’t look much better. In fact, I think the chicken house was cleaner.

Rather than clean them both, I decided that I would just move. So I packed up my things, hopped in the truck and motored out to the ranch house to check on the progress of the remodel only to find that the county road was no longer a dirt road. It was a mud pit… I mean road. And the house? Well, it still didn’t have any appliances. Or cabinets. Or sinks. Or lights.

So I resigned to clean both my house and the chicken’s house. I think the hens are grateful.

Your Eggcellent Blogging Friend,
Barefoot Indian

 

 
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