Whenever we introduce chickens (even if the newcomers are young ones we've raised and are moving from chicken tractor to hen house), we always kind of force the issue. You know, like on your first day of camp or college when they force you to play stupid get-to-know-each-other games? That's what all the chickens have to do around here when they first meet. Because, if you don't force them, they'll just form their own little cliques and might not ever really get to know each other for who there really are. And that would just be unfortunate.
So, we shut them all up together in the hen house for about a week of get-to-know-each-other time. This period of time also helps the new chickens learn where to lay their eggs, where to roost and where their food and water are. Once they're well established in their new home, we open the door and let them all (hopefully) happily free range together as one big family.
Before we introduced the families, I snapped a couple pictures of them. First off is our "old" chicken family, headed by ever-so-meek-and-mild Merv, the rooster- 11 Silver-Laced Wyandottes, 7 Golden-Laced Wyandottes, and 2 Ameraucanas for a total of 21. They were patiently waiting in the roost.
Here is the new family- 4 Buff Orpingtons, 6 Rhode Island Reds, 2 Ameraucanas and one meat bird that evidently was pardoned on execution day. Lucky girl. They are a family of 13, for a grand total of 34 chickens. I hope Merv can manage everyone okay. That's a lot of estrogen for one rooster.
If you have a keen eye, you'll notice that those are white egg shells up there in the trough. Our hens lay brown and blue-green eggs. Well. After being gone for a five-day weekend, there were NO (as in ZERO) eggs to collect. I had to BUY three dozen eggs at the STORE (I had zuchinni bread to make). It smarted. Yes, indeed. I haven't had to buy eggs in years.
The next night (when the two families were combined), Jamey set a have a Havahart
trap with an egg inside and this is what we caught.
But, unfortunately for this fella, we didn't hav-a-hart in the end. You see, we want eggs, too. Pin It
Ewwww... They're so creepy looking! High Five to Jamey for leaving Mr. Creepy in the trap for you to find... That's kinda funny :)
ReplyDeleteThat thing would surely gave me heart failure -I jumped a foot from a tiny toad by the garbage dumpster,yep they certainly would have had to call 911 if I saw that in my yard---lol
ReplyDeleteLove your new blended family. The thief, well glad he's caught!
ReplyDeleteDo you feed your egg shells back to the chickens? I've always thought that made egg eaters of the chickens. Is this not true? I'd love to find that it's not at all true. :)
ReplyDeleteI always try to read your blog as I read Beck's blog. Don't know if you remember us from EMU but just thought I would finally actually comment this one time and let you know you have a follower from Indiana! I absolutely love love love all the pictures you post. They are always so fun to look at. Especially during the summer when you have all the produce and baked goodies! You are such an encouragement!
ReplyDelete-Renita (Shetler) Detwiler
Patty,
ReplyDeleteI've always heard that if you break up the egg shells enough (so they no longer look like eggs), your chickens won't eat the whole eggs. We do that sometimes, but sometimes don't and we've had no trouble (that we know of) with them eating them:-).
Renita,
Of course I remember you! Thanks so much for letting me know that you visit here sometimes:-).
And a very well fed ugly-bugly little guy he was, too. Glad you found the thief so quickly.
ReplyDeleteoh man, I do NOT like possums. We get them in the city sometimes.
ReplyDeleteMarv the rooster does crack me up! His name. . .