So now that my flock of twelve chickens is 14 weeks old I am starting to question my set-up in general. Their coop is alright but it gets hot in there simply because of the location and despite having open windows on three sides. The attached run is sheltered from the wind, north side and shady though, but it too gets hot. It is also devoid of vegetation already so it's a veritable wasteland in my opinion. The chickens still enjoy it but get so crazy excited when I throw greens in there that I can't help but feel sorry for them. I built a chicken tractor next, to get them out into the yard but I couldn't manage a big enough one to fit all of them comfortably and still be able to move it. It's 6' x 8' and HEAVY A-frame with wheels, etc. That said, I have had them in it for several days now and they have coped. No pecking at each other or feather pulling but they are quiet and just don't seem chicken-happy. I have to move it a few times a day because of the mess they make as well. They don't like me moving it but are thrilled about the new ground (for a few minutes at least). I know it's small, I knew it when I built it. But I felt they needed to get out.
Today I started moving them back to the coop. I took the rooster-in-training first because he is the easiest to catch and boy did he pine for his pullets, calling louder than I've ever heard him call. He doesn't crow yet but he sure made a ruckus anyway and a few of the others started to answer him from across the yard. Despite the nature of the noise, I was glad to hear from them; they've been so quiet lately. I miss their chatter. So right now I've got it split down the middle, well...almost... seven in the coop and five in the tractor (one of the EE's had to go in the coop with the rest, "crying" until I moved her). The remaining five seem quite content for the moment. I will move them back this evening when they settle in for the night (they are the hard to catch ones, SLW and EE and it's too hot to stress them by chasing them). I wouldn't trust them, especially those five, to follow treats into the barn so I carry them individually which just seems like more hassle than it's worth. Maybe I will take the cat carrier out there tonight to help out. I'm just self-conscious enough that I'd rather do that than put on a show of me chasing chickens with a rake around the yard for our neighbors to enjoy. It's bad enough that I already feel like a freak show (we are a farm surrounded by subdivision).
I would love to let them loose in the barn where it's so cool, it almost feels air-conditioned. But I'm still too worried about the ten feral cats and whatever else is lurking in there - I've seen and smelled evidence of skunks and raccoons. People always say that losing chickens to predators is part of having them but I always imagine that those are people who have an endless supply of chickens though hatching their own eggs. This is my first run, each chick purchased and raised to get this flock off the ground and rolling. I feel like I have to pamper them until I can get some return and insurance in future generations before I can turn them out to the "cruel world". 14 weeks old. They're big but those cats are still looking at them through the wire as if to say "I can haz chick'n". I feel so naive, like a first-time mother all over again - you know, like the mom that freaks out when their first-born sticks dirt in their mouth. Been there. By the time I had my third kid, he ate all dirt he wanted. You'd think the chickens would have a laid-back owner, but no. Here I am fretting and holding back and probably making stupid, possibly harmful decisions in the process. I know I'll get there but having to start all over again is tough.
Today I started moving them back to the coop. I took the rooster-in-training first because he is the easiest to catch and boy did he pine for his pullets, calling louder than I've ever heard him call. He doesn't crow yet but he sure made a ruckus anyway and a few of the others started to answer him from across the yard. Despite the nature of the noise, I was glad to hear from them; they've been so quiet lately. I miss their chatter. So right now I've got it split down the middle, well...almost... seven in the coop and five in the tractor (one of the EE's had to go in the coop with the rest, "crying" until I moved her). The remaining five seem quite content for the moment. I will move them back this evening when they settle in for the night (they are the hard to catch ones, SLW and EE and it's too hot to stress them by chasing them). I wouldn't trust them, especially those five, to follow treats into the barn so I carry them individually which just seems like more hassle than it's worth. Maybe I will take the cat carrier out there tonight to help out. I'm just self-conscious enough that I'd rather do that than put on a show of me chasing chickens with a rake around the yard for our neighbors to enjoy. It's bad enough that I already feel like a freak show (we are a farm surrounded by subdivision).
I would love to let them loose in the barn where it's so cool, it almost feels air-conditioned. But I'm still too worried about the ten feral cats and whatever else is lurking in there - I've seen and smelled evidence of skunks and raccoons. People always say that losing chickens to predators is part of having them but I always imagine that those are people who have an endless supply of chickens though hatching their own eggs. This is my first run, each chick purchased and raised to get this flock off the ground and rolling. I feel like I have to pamper them until I can get some return and insurance in future generations before I can turn them out to the "cruel world". 14 weeks old. They're big but those cats are still looking at them through the wire as if to say "I can haz chick'n". I feel so naive, like a first-time mother all over again - you know, like the mom that freaks out when their first-born sticks dirt in their mouth. Been there. By the time I had my third kid, he ate all dirt he wanted. You'd think the chickens would have a laid-back owner, but no. Here I am fretting and holding back and probably making stupid, possibly harmful decisions in the process. I know I'll get there but having to start all over again is tough.