My neighbor had a huge pile of sawdust under his table saw and I commented it would make good compost for a garden. He offered me all I wanted, so I got 2 black plastic garbage bags full. I have read about the deep litter method and it sounded like a easy way to make compost. Our coop has a dirt floor and the girls do love their dirt.
I opened the door to the coop, and the black bag and I walked in........pandemonium!!!
They took one look at the huge squatty monster and tired to fly through the tiny holes in the hardware cloth. Bok-Bok-BA-GAWK!! They screeched, crowded in the corner, climbing all over each other in their haste to flee from the black monster bag, all the while looking fearfully at it. It WAS STILL THERE!!
They flew and hopped up their steps to their roost. A couple of them couldn't wait on the slow-pokes in front of them and hysteria won, sending them flying over the heads of the hopping scaredy-chickens.
The girls packed the top rail of their roost, clucking and BA-GAWKing. I sent them into further hysterics by pouring a pile of EVIL tan colored stuff on the floor of THEIR COOP!! What a TERRIBLE chicken momma!!
I picked a red sex link off the roost and calmed her a little, then put her feet in the sawdust. According to the chicken, I had just dipped her feet in sulphuric acid and she let the whole world know about it--LOUDLY! She took off when I let go. Undaunted, or maybe to spread the fun around, I picked a black sex link and did the same thing to her. Her feet took off running when they hit the pile of chicken eating sawdust and she kicked up a cloud.
I picked another one off the roost, then for some unexplicable reason the other five flew down and they went back to their "Queen of the Corner" contest. I spread a couple of small piles in the coop, leaving them plenty of exposed dirt, and the chickens were convinced their piece of real estate just became a toxic waste dump.
It was late, almost their bedtime, so I left off tormenting the poor hens and joined the Christmas Parade on the Kawasaki/Yamaha float with my husband-he's the general manager. This morning we left early and got back after dark. I got the flashlight to check the girls and gather eggs. Yeah, you'd think after the scare I gave them, they would close up the poot chute and there would be no eggs--but they forgave me---eggs!! I flashed the light around and there were no piles of sawdust, it was all churned into the dirt. It looks like I'll get the girls to do my composting after all........

I opened the door to the coop, and the black bag and I walked in........pandemonium!!!





I picked a red sex link off the roost and calmed her a little, then put her feet in the sawdust. According to the chicken, I had just dipped her feet in sulphuric acid and she let the whole world know about it--LOUDLY! She took off when I let go. Undaunted, or maybe to spread the fun around, I picked a black sex link and did the same thing to her. Her feet took off running when they hit the pile of chicken eating sawdust and she kicked up a cloud.


It was late, almost their bedtime, so I left off tormenting the poor hens and joined the Christmas Parade on the Kawasaki/Yamaha float with my husband-he's the general manager. This morning we left early and got back after dark. I got the flashlight to check the girls and gather eggs. Yeah, you'd think after the scare I gave them, they would close up the poot chute and there would be no eggs--but they forgave me---eggs!! I flashed the light around and there were no piles of sawdust, it was all churned into the dirt. It looks like I'll get the girls to do my composting after all........
