I was talking to Dad this morning. He thinks I should keep the chickens cooped up til Noon. His other suggestion was to fence in around the coop and then let them out of the fence after the eggs are laid. I am not sure which way to go. I know I can let them out and running at any point in the day. I just hate to go on a scavenger hunt for eggs. Everyday for me feels like Easter. Gotta go find the eggs. It is getting old.
In other news: At least my apples aren’t going to waste. The chickens are eating them from off that branch. I still have one set of worms way up high in one tree left to get out. I gotta get those soon. I am very worried about my tree.
More from the chicken gallery! When they really start laying, because they have just started, Bella wants to sell the eggs. $2 a dozen. She is going to use the money for a new violin and anything else she needs for orchestra. If you are interested, let me know. It is Bella’s chicken business and I am only the shit worker! I have been teaching her how to keep the coop clean. We want healthy, happy chickens. We have been eating these eggs and they are very good. I love them. Dad won’t eat them but I think they are better than the store bought ones. They are tasty.
*This is from my facebook page. I keep forgetting I should write this here instead. lol*
Let me tell cha, my yard is like a giant outhouse. Between the dogs and the chickens, I have shit all over the damn place. Just spent the morning cleaning it all up AGAIN and I know by later today, I will be back in my work clothes cleaning it up AGAIN. On a positive note, I have more eggs! Got 5 eggs just today! I have had a few broken eggs and I found one chickens nest to late out in the weeds. I marked the 6 she had there and stuck those in the coop. I keep going to her spot daily to look for new ones. I have one that lays eggs in the garage. I have to work tomorrow which I am grateful for. This way I can get the wood for the rest of the new coop we are putting up. Dave and I have been arguing on whether or not to use cement in the coop. I want cement so I can power wash the damn thing. I want a pipe in da middle of the floor with a drain pipe going outside so when I wash it, it doesn’t build up on the floor. He says it will be bad in winter. Who da hell cares! The girls will just end up with an ice rink! Geesh. He says hay will work as well. I say once the hay is removed you have to clean what is under the hay, dumbass! I want a better self cleaning coop! Geesh, it is bad enough the poor damn chickens will have to be caged in dere from October to June! Maybe I can talk him into planting grass on the floor? Then he can make a poop shoot! I can rake it out the poop shoot. How’s that DUMBASS?
Then I asked my Dad if he wanted some eggs. He won’t take my eggs because my chickens run all over da yard. He would much rather buy them from the store. I am thinking next time he comes over, which should be anytime today, showing him what corporate chickens have to endure. Yeah, once he sees what really goes on in a chicken factory farm, he will be totally grateful for my eggs. That is why I want my own chickens. I have more chicken drama but then I have to put it in a note instead of the status.
Spent most of this morning pruning the apple tree and found way up top of my cherry tree more of those damn worms. Got those down. Will be having a worm roasting party later tonight. My poor trees.
We had to figure out how to egg candle. You use egg candling to see if the egg is fertilized. Well, it doesn’t really tell you right away. If you incubate the eggs, it will tell you if something is growing in there. I had to research eggs to really figure out how to tell an unfertilized egg from a fertilized one. It appears that one not fertilized has a small irregular ring in the yoke. A fertilized one looks like a bullseye in the yoke. I will put up pictures one day of us doing it. You need a really dark room and a bright light to see through the egg. It is really cool. Pictures to follow as I think of it.