Villainess
Songster
No. You NEED this nesting box.I was surprised how quickly I became attached to my first flock of ducks and chickens. 14 years later, I just added 10 more full grown young laying hens to my current flock of 10 free range ducks and chickens and am converting a shed we had been using as a furnished "bunk house" (It's NOT a "She Shed". It just looks like one.
) into a huge hen house. It's perfect. I wish we had done it a decade ago. I am so excited because there is plenty of room for even MORE birds. When I say that, my husband just looks at me. I am a baker, with a state certified home bakery, so I can't see how we could ever have too many eggs. But he just walked in, put on his jacket, sighed and said, "Well...I'll go see how many eggs I can find.", on our first morning with double the birds. He came back with 2. Whoops. I guess the girls were a little shy in their new home. Let's hope they warm up. I love that you give so many of yours away.
I would love to be able to add on to what we have so that we could get more chickens and ducks. I told my husband that I’ve considered buying more property so I could raise more birds, and he just looks at me—probably the same look your husband gave you!
I love the fact that you’re a baker, so raising your own chickens for eggs is awesome! It’s kind of funny, but that’s how I had convinced my husband we needed to raise chickens of our own: so I could bake more
I’m not a professional baker, not highly skilled or anything, but I like baking more than I like cooking. And during the winter, with the holidays, is usually my favorite time to start baking (keeps the house warmer, too). We used a lot of eggs prior to having chickens, but I’m pretty sure my talk about pumpkin and zucchini and banana breads, cookies, cakes, etc., is what sealed the deal. Hahaha! I never expected to have any attachment to my birds. I guess I thought they’d just be there, little eating and pooping machines with feathers and no personality. Boy, I couldn’t have been more WRONG!!!!
I think because I brooded them in the house with me and handled them daily, I am very attached to my Rhode Island Reds and them me. My husband never believed me when I said how close my girls are to me, that I think they’ve adopted me and love me as Mom, until he’s started to pay attention to their behavior with me. Yesterday I walked into the run with them, and rather than giving them their little talks and pats first thing, I “ignored” them. I was bent over filling a water bowl for a few seconds when Rose came up beside me and gently started pulling on my hair (I have long hair, about mid-back). She kept giving it little tugs until I looked at her, talked to her a bit, and gave her a petting. After that she left me alone. Not long, Ruby came to me and started pecking at the back of my boots. Same thing; she kept at it until I acknowledged her with a talk and pet. Red, my cockerel, he’s not as clingy as my girls, but he’s still comfortable with me and eventually wants attention. Well, yesterday was one of those days. He didn’t peck at me, or pull my hair, or anything of the sort. No, he jumped up and kicked me in the butt. Yep, he kicked me! I wasn’t sure what happened at first. I just knew something had hit me on the butt while I was bent over. The I hear my husband say, “Ummm....Alicia? I just watched that chicken kick you. He like, literally jumped up and kicked you in the a$$!”
Yep, those are my Reds
They follow me everywhere. They rush to me and chatter at me when they first see me, much like my kids first thing when they get home from school. They like to perch on my shoulders. They’ll hide behind me for protection if they feel the other girls are being mean. They’ll tug on my hair or gently pull on my eyebrow ring if I’m close enough. They’re mischievous and silly, like children, but they have never hurt me when they could have. They are little feathered eating and pooping machines, but they each have their own personalities that I can’t believe I ever thought any differently 
I apologize for the “novella” but I get a little carried away I guess when talking about my girls.
) into a huge hen house. It's perfect. I wish we had done it a decade ago. I am so excited because there is plenty of room for even MORE birds. When I say that, my husband just looks at me. I am a baker, with a state certified home bakery, so I can't see how we could ever have too many eggs. But he just walked in, put on his jacket, sighed and said, "Well...I'll go see how many eggs I can find.", on our first morning with double the birds. He came back with 2. Whoops. I guess the girls were a little shy in their new home. Let's hope they warm up. I love that you give so many of yours away.



We find a cracked egg about once a week. It doesn't seem to be an egg eater, but simply a clumsy hen smashing an egg. Now, our shells are clean but occasionally broken. A broken egg is compost material rather than an omelet, pancakes, or cake. That doesn't serve us well. 