It is going to take some adjustment to get used to Deerfield Acres but I really like the name - congrats on the change. Oh - I also meant to say that I am very interested in learning as you go with setting yourself up as a business. I have considered doing that in the past, mainly because I like the idea of being able to save sales tax on all my feed purchases. However with that would come the added responsibility of charging sales tax on egg sales and the reporting that goes along with that, as well as yet another tax return to file each year. I got to the point at one stage of filling out the form to get my tax ID and got stuck at the question of business name and never got back to it. I now know what name I would use but haven't gone back to fill out the form again since.
Thanks also for the tip on the transformer.
Checoukan, your barn is going to be lovely - I bet you are so anxious to get moved in.
Maidenwolf, these guys were raised in a group of hens and I *thought* they would form a mini-flock, leaving the head roo to service the older hens. Unfortunately, the head roo wants the younger pullets for himself as well, so he keeps an eye on these guys and doesn't even let them mate the hens that are supposed to be "theirs". The only way I could assure they have their own flock is to build a new coop and fence off a new area for them and well....processing is easier than doing that. Not by a lot though. If they would only try to flog me, it would so much easier to do but these guys have always been very respectful.
Yesterday morning I went down to do my morning feeding and saw my production red pacing on the outside of the fence on the far side. With a sigh, I walked all the way around - in my pajamas - to "rescue" her. All the way around, I wondered how I was going to achieve that, since she is a "no touch" having been broody raised, so I knew I couldn't just walk up to her and pick her up. By the time I got around to where I had seen her, she was gone. I looked over at the feeder and saw my production red eating alongside the others. Did she fly back in? Oh no - I had been watching the whole time and couldn't have missed that. A few seconds later I heard the egg song - on the other side of the hedge. Peering through the hedge, I saw her - a red hen that isn't mine! Turns out it was my neighbor's hen, who had free-ranged through the hedge to see what my flock was up to!
Thanks also for the tip on the transformer.
Checoukan, your barn is going to be lovely - I bet you are so anxious to get moved in.
Maidenwolf, these guys were raised in a group of hens and I *thought* they would form a mini-flock, leaving the head roo to service the older hens. Unfortunately, the head roo wants the younger pullets for himself as well, so he keeps an eye on these guys and doesn't even let them mate the hens that are supposed to be "theirs". The only way I could assure they have their own flock is to build a new coop and fence off a new area for them and well....processing is easier than doing that. Not by a lot though. If they would only try to flog me, it would so much easier to do but these guys have always been very respectful.
Yesterday morning I went down to do my morning feeding and saw my production red pacing on the outside of the fence on the far side. With a sigh, I walked all the way around - in my pajamas - to "rescue" her. All the way around, I wondered how I was going to achieve that, since she is a "no touch" having been broody raised, so I knew I couldn't just walk up to her and pick her up. By the time I got around to where I had seen her, she was gone. I looked over at the feeder and saw my production red eating alongside the others. Did she fly back in? Oh no - I had been watching the whole time and couldn't have missed that. A few seconds later I heard the egg song - on the other side of the hedge. Peering through the hedge, I saw her - a red hen that isn't mine! Turns out it was my neighbor's hen, who had free-ranged through the hedge to see what my flock was up to!