hyzenthlay love your coop, very attractive details, makes me want to add lattice to our coop and run.
So I need to vent a bit. We've been getting lots of rain here in NE Ohio over the last few weeks. I like the rain but the area behind our garage started flooding, not that we use it. Thursday evening after a nice dinner date with the husband I got a jumbled up text from our next door neighbor saying basically "I don't know what you are doing with that chicken feces but this is our last time being nice. If we wanted to live next to a farm we would live in the country". This text was sent exactly a month after we had mucked out the run and replaced the straw with sand and put up a roof. I was very communicative with her about that and got the manure bagged up that night and off the property the next morning. I had not smelled anything since and am out there for hours reading, except when its raining which like I said it has been a lot. I also talked to our other next door neighbor and they said they didn't smell anything.
Now I had gotten a whiff of something Wednesday evening and the sand in the run was a bit damp as the plastic roofing sags a bit and still lets some water in. So Thursday we bought more Sweet PDZ and we were at Lowes getting more sand when I got the text. It struck a major nerve because first when someone says this is their last time being nice, that is in fact not being nice it's a threat. I told replied that we were buying sand at that very moment. In the next text she (or perhaps her husband the text was jumbled but his name was at the end) said that I had told her I was trying something new (the sand) but I must not be managing it well and I should rethink my "urban farm" or have less chickens to manage.
So second nerve struck I am managing their droppings really well. I scoop the droppings board in the morning and scoop in the run twice a day. I am really pleased with the sand, despite some dampness on the heavy rain days. Third them suggesting I get rid of chickens, I am sure you all understand the attachment, they are pets and they are a source of stress relief for me. We have four hens and three POL pullets. We got chicks this spring partially because of the egg demand from her and also you know chicken math. Since the girls started laying in September she has bought more eggs from us than we have eaten ourselves. In fact the whole reason she has my number to text is because she wanted me to text when I had eggs available. She was excited we were getting chickens when we told them last spring and it has actually brought us closer together for better or worse.
Now oddly enough about a week ago she texted me that they were going to start getting eggs from their former egg lady (a co-worker of her eldest daughter- who is my age) because one of their daughters moved back in with them and with 5 kids and two grand kids they needed more eggs than we can supply and this lady supposedly gets four dozen a day from her 14 hens (she told me this a year ago and I had to laugh because that's impossible, she's said some other gems as well like thinking hens couldn't lay without a rooster and asking me if our chickens step in their own poop and didn't I know that wasn't good for them). She also wants to make sure all the scraps we give our chickens are organic, that the feed is organic and soy free (preferably corn free) even though she has admitted she can't afford organic produce or meat and the other egg lady only charges $2 (we charge $3) so probably doesn't use organic feed oy! Still it was a relief that she had another source of eggs because I've been making more quiches lately and I like giving eggs to my siblings and one of my friends who is less fortunate than us. But odd that she would complain now that she's not getting the benefits.
So we get home, knots in our stomachs, I sift through the run on my hands and knees and all I smell is sand, grain and wet bushes, no amonia smell. Still we spread the sand and Sweet PDZ. There is something in the air behind the garage but by that time it is dark and we are getting bitten up so we turn in, both of us having a hard time sleeping. The next morning I decide to investigate a bit further and find that the smell is coming from the back corver of our yard where water has been standing in a ditch and making the rest of the area behind the garage swampy. To me it smells mostly like damp decaying forest but we are in the suburbs and that back corner is right next to their swimming pool. Also the chickens do go back there so there may be a bit of wet poop mixed in with the mud and leaves. So I text her with my discovery and a solution. I ordered 3 cu yards of top soil that morning and would plant mint, lavender and rosemary as well as seed some grass and would fence off the chickens from going back there. She replied "Oh well I didn't know what it was I just knew it stank" then she started talking about how there was never any issue with the previous owners, it was grass back there that they kept mowed and there weren't wood piles blah, blah. But sure blame the chickens.
So the top soil arrives that afternoon and it smells way worse than the damp back there, but hey better than doing nothing and getting blamed for that. Except its the day before the 4th and everyone seems to have family over and I'm sure they can all smell it, so major guilt there. And the complaining neighbors are just watching us from their gazebo not saying a word. Hours of backbreaking work later we've got the driveway cleared and the dirt spread. We had to force ourselves to eat that day, neither of us was hungry. What annoyed me more than anything was that supposedly they had been smelling something back there for a month but couldn't have simply said "Hey we're still smelling something" during our many interactions over the fence trading eggs for jam.
Now apparently this wasn't true. I updated her yesterday that I planted herbs and fragrant butterfly bushes and seeded grass (we had to pick up our son and his cousin from Indiana on Sunday- it was going to be Sat-Sun but had to be pushed back a day). And I also very politely told her the above about feeling ill about things escalated and how we would have taken care of it right away if she let us know sooner. To my surprise she replied "Nothing escalated, lol, we still like you. If we smell something we tell you, we don't wait, we just spend a lot of time in our yard". Okay, so she smelled it at the same time I did, I guess that should make me feel better. Still I think she handled it horribly. Then she asked if I had eggs because she can't get a hold of her other egg lady. Yeah. So we had a friendly exchange over the fence. The back corner of the yard around her pool is flooded too, she's worried about her garden because of too much rain. She agreed the topsoil smelled worse but was a necessity, they had to order some two years ago. Chatting about all sorts of things garden and yard related like nothing had happened. Sigh.
Meanwhile I've been making myself ill with worry, thinking I might loose my chickens. I couldn't even enjoy watching Jurassic World because the raptors reminded me of Amelia our Golden Buff and that made me feel sick to my stomach. I'm still worried that any whiff of anything perceived as farm like is going to cause conflict. So we are going to work hard to get our house ready to list in the spring and hopefully move to a couple acres nearby, rather than wait a few years until our son is done at his current school as we had planned. We just don't want to deal with them anymore.
Sorry for the long rant.
So I need to vent a bit. We've been getting lots of rain here in NE Ohio over the last few weeks. I like the rain but the area behind our garage started flooding, not that we use it. Thursday evening after a nice dinner date with the husband I got a jumbled up text from our next door neighbor saying basically "I don't know what you are doing with that chicken feces but this is our last time being nice. If we wanted to live next to a farm we would live in the country". This text was sent exactly a month after we had mucked out the run and replaced the straw with sand and put up a roof. I was very communicative with her about that and got the manure bagged up that night and off the property the next morning. I had not smelled anything since and am out there for hours reading, except when its raining which like I said it has been a lot. I also talked to our other next door neighbor and they said they didn't smell anything.
Now I had gotten a whiff of something Wednesday evening and the sand in the run was a bit damp as the plastic roofing sags a bit and still lets some water in. So Thursday we bought more Sweet PDZ and we were at Lowes getting more sand when I got the text. It struck a major nerve because first when someone says this is their last time being nice, that is in fact not being nice it's a threat. I told replied that we were buying sand at that very moment. In the next text she (or perhaps her husband the text was jumbled but his name was at the end) said that I had told her I was trying something new (the sand) but I must not be managing it well and I should rethink my "urban farm" or have less chickens to manage.
So second nerve struck I am managing their droppings really well. I scoop the droppings board in the morning and scoop in the run twice a day. I am really pleased with the sand, despite some dampness on the heavy rain days. Third them suggesting I get rid of chickens, I am sure you all understand the attachment, they are pets and they are a source of stress relief for me. We have four hens and three POL pullets. We got chicks this spring partially because of the egg demand from her and also you know chicken math. Since the girls started laying in September she has bought more eggs from us than we have eaten ourselves. In fact the whole reason she has my number to text is because she wanted me to text when I had eggs available. She was excited we were getting chickens when we told them last spring and it has actually brought us closer together for better or worse.
Now oddly enough about a week ago she texted me that they were going to start getting eggs from their former egg lady (a co-worker of her eldest daughter- who is my age) because one of their daughters moved back in with them and with 5 kids and two grand kids they needed more eggs than we can supply and this lady supposedly gets four dozen a day from her 14 hens (she told me this a year ago and I had to laugh because that's impossible, she's said some other gems as well like thinking hens couldn't lay without a rooster and asking me if our chickens step in their own poop and didn't I know that wasn't good for them). She also wants to make sure all the scraps we give our chickens are organic, that the feed is organic and soy free (preferably corn free) even though she has admitted she can't afford organic produce or meat and the other egg lady only charges $2 (we charge $3) so probably doesn't use organic feed oy! Still it was a relief that she had another source of eggs because I've been making more quiches lately and I like giving eggs to my siblings and one of my friends who is less fortunate than us. But odd that she would complain now that she's not getting the benefits.
So we get home, knots in our stomachs, I sift through the run on my hands and knees and all I smell is sand, grain and wet bushes, no amonia smell. Still we spread the sand and Sweet PDZ. There is something in the air behind the garage but by that time it is dark and we are getting bitten up so we turn in, both of us having a hard time sleeping. The next morning I decide to investigate a bit further and find that the smell is coming from the back corver of our yard where water has been standing in a ditch and making the rest of the area behind the garage swampy. To me it smells mostly like damp decaying forest but we are in the suburbs and that back corner is right next to their swimming pool. Also the chickens do go back there so there may be a bit of wet poop mixed in with the mud and leaves. So I text her with my discovery and a solution. I ordered 3 cu yards of top soil that morning and would plant mint, lavender and rosemary as well as seed some grass and would fence off the chickens from going back there. She replied "Oh well I didn't know what it was I just knew it stank" then she started talking about how there was never any issue with the previous owners, it was grass back there that they kept mowed and there weren't wood piles blah, blah. But sure blame the chickens.
So the top soil arrives that afternoon and it smells way worse than the damp back there, but hey better than doing nothing and getting blamed for that. Except its the day before the 4th and everyone seems to have family over and I'm sure they can all smell it, so major guilt there. And the complaining neighbors are just watching us from their gazebo not saying a word. Hours of backbreaking work later we've got the driveway cleared and the dirt spread. We had to force ourselves to eat that day, neither of us was hungry. What annoyed me more than anything was that supposedly they had been smelling something back there for a month but couldn't have simply said "Hey we're still smelling something" during our many interactions over the fence trading eggs for jam.
Now apparently this wasn't true. I updated her yesterday that I planted herbs and fragrant butterfly bushes and seeded grass (we had to pick up our son and his cousin from Indiana on Sunday- it was going to be Sat-Sun but had to be pushed back a day). And I also very politely told her the above about feeling ill about things escalated and how we would have taken care of it right away if she let us know sooner. To my surprise she replied "Nothing escalated, lol, we still like you. If we smell something we tell you, we don't wait, we just spend a lot of time in our yard". Okay, so she smelled it at the same time I did, I guess that should make me feel better. Still I think she handled it horribly. Then she asked if I had eggs because she can't get a hold of her other egg lady. Yeah. So we had a friendly exchange over the fence. The back corner of the yard around her pool is flooded too, she's worried about her garden because of too much rain. She agreed the topsoil smelled worse but was a necessity, they had to order some two years ago. Chatting about all sorts of things garden and yard related like nothing had happened. Sigh.
Meanwhile I've been making myself ill with worry, thinking I might loose my chickens. I couldn't even enjoy watching Jurassic World because the raptors reminded me of Amelia our Golden Buff and that made me feel sick to my stomach. I'm still worried that any whiff of anything perceived as farm like is going to cause conflict. So we are going to work hard to get our house ready to list in the spring and hopefully move to a couple acres nearby, rather than wait a few years until our son is done at his current school as we had planned. We just don't want to deal with them anymore.
Sorry for the long rant.