Chickens

The Mystery of the Broody Hen and the Brown Egg

Let’s start with a refresher…

Dale is a bantam chicken, which means she’s a tiny little girl who lays tiny little eggs. She was our first hen to lay and she’s laid 6 out of 7 days ever since.

Naomi is not a bantam chicken, but she is somewhat small in size and has not been a very good layer. In fact, I’ve not really been sure which eggs were hers since she doesn’t sit in the nest boxes for long and after being there, we do not find eggs. I thought maybe she was the one laying the soft shell eggs – smallish, brownish in color. It seemed likely, just based on the visits to the boxes and the finding of the eggs.

In the last few days, we’ve had multiple cameras in the coop and run, trying to figure out a) who is not laying in the nest boxes b) who is laying the soft shell eggs c) who is laying which brown eggs. We haven’t had much luck with this – Exhibit a is Friday, a six egg day, and we don’t know 100% who laid which eggs – except for Dale and Charlotte, (Charlotte lays the largeish white eggs.) At night, when the girls are closed into their coop, I generally turn all but two of the cameras off to preserve battery and so they aren’t distracted by the light coming on and off due to movement in the coop. A couple nights ago, I forgot to turn off the cam that’s pointed straight at the most popular nest box and we discovered Dale was sleeping in that box.

The day after discovering Dale was sleeping there, we realized that besides the fact that it takes her a couple hours on the nest to lay an egg, and the other girls often disturb her and she has to start all over again… she was spending a good 20 hours on the nest. Maybe more. That’s not ideal and it’s really not ideal when she’s growling at people or chickens who come near the box. That is a broody hen and we do not want a broody hen.

The day after this… Dale did not lay an egg. Another sign that she’s broody is that she would stop laying. And, she did not want to get off of the nest this morning – I had to shoo her off by waving a feed bag aka the cover of the nest box around.

So…I went out and took the lid off the nest box and I put an ice pack in the nest. Cold next and bright light should dissuade her from using the nest. Which it did… but she just moved to the one next to it. So… TW went out there and dunked her in a bucket of cold water to further dissuade her from her broody behavior and added a fan to the coop, pointing directly at the nest.

During this dunking and immediately after, Naomi wandered into the coop and in and out of nest boxes and… plopped herself down in the nest on top of the ice pack, underneath the fan. And… she sat there for awhile, got up and left, came back etc… Dale, DID NOT LEAVE… in fact, TW saw her on the video camera pushing an egg around. Must have been Naomi’s egg because Naomi is the only other hen who has been in the coop today…

So, TW went out there and got the egg – which Dale did not like. And… Naomi returned to the coop, plopped back down on that nest and STAYED… whut? TWO BROODY HENS? Naomi stayed and stayed and stayed and Dale stood right next to her and stared at her and did not move and did not move and when she moved, Naomi growled and pecked her. TWO BROODY HENS!?!

So, we had lunch and we both went outside. TW intended to dunk Naomi and maybe dunk Dale again and we’d put them in Sesame Street without any bedding and see if we could pretend that was a Broody Breaker Box since we don’t happen to have such a box handy.

While TW caught Naomi and dunked her, I filled water bottles and food bowls and put the camera up in Sesame Street and fixed some hardware cloth that had come loose. After the dunking, Naomi went into Sesame Street and TW tried to catch Dale. That did not go well as Dale is broody and only wants the nest and Dale also knows that TW has a bucket of water. While TW was chasing Dale, I was putting random chicken things away and noticed… an egg… on the ground… in Sesame Street. WHUT?

How did Naomi lay that creamy egg in Sesame Street when she had already laid the brown egg that TW had taken away from Dale in the coop an hour earlier???

Does this mean Naomi is NOT broody, she was just annoyed that she was sitting on a cold ass nest trying to lay with a broody Dale watching her every move?

Does this mean that… someone ELSE laid that brown egg that Dale was pushing around? If so – who? And when? And where did Dale find it? Is there a clutch of eggs somewhere that we do not know about?

WHAT is happening?

We never did catch Dale. She flew over the fence, landed on Mr Frank’s fence and sat there til we walked away. Then she got on the ground and wandered over to Sesame Street all on her own (walk of shame?) and there she is … all alone, and in the coop without any bedding much less a nest and THERE IS NO EGG. We know this for sure.

But the mystery remains – WHO laid that brown egg and where was it hiding?

Dale’s Egg

Naomi’s Egg

Mystery Egg

All Three Eggs (Mystery Egg at the top, Dale’s next, Naomi’s at the bottom.)

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It’s Tough to Be a Chicken

Poor little foofball! I’m pretty sure Dale did that on purpose – which probably is some kind of retaliation since Dale is at the bottom of the pecking order in general.

And someone is ALWAYS watching you – particularly if you’re a Rooster who has been involved in two dog incidents or a Rooster who has been involved in one dog incident. Always watching, the cameras are always watching.

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Why Chickens? Why Now?

Way back at the end of February, I had a hunch that I was going to get furloughed or laid off and that would mean an end to a whole lot of summer plans we had in the works. I thought it might be a good idea to start prepping for those changes and me being me decided a nice little Intex pool would be a good idea. If we weren’t going to travel all summer, might as well stay home and relax in a pool with some gin, right?

I told TW about my plan and she did not think this was a good idea. Those aren’t big enough to swim in and she only likes pools that are big enough to swim in. Also, she was worried about filling a big Intex pool because of a problem we had with our well a few years ago when I hired some guys to pressure wash the house.

Shrug. I kept pondering the idea as we entered March and it became even more clear that our summer plans were absolutely going to change because of the furlough and the pandemic. I kept quietly looking at pools but with TW being so strongly opposed to the idea, I gave it up and moved on.

To livestock.

I have wanted chickens for a very long time and TW has wanted goats and cows and chickens. I’ve put it off because we travel a lot and the more animals you have, the more you have to figure out who is going to take care of them when you go to Disney World a dozen times a year.

If we were cancelling a trip to Tennessee, a trip to Oregon, and three trips to Disney World AND I was going to be furloughed, (because by then I was 99.9% sure I was absolutely going to be furloughed), then this was the perfect time to give livestock a try. Chickens seemed the easiest.

So when we started seeing signs that chick days were coming to the local hardware stores, instead of laughing it off or saying NO… I told TW to figure out what kind of coop and supplies we needed and… the rest is history.

We started with 14 chicks, when we thought we’d start with four. We’ve built three coops, though one is currently empty, and we’re down to nine chickens.

Since the chicks came home with us on April 1, I’ve entered 25 stores or offices. 20 of those times have been chicken related. (Thank goodness for online order and curbside pickup!)

I cannot tell you the number of times I’ve been to Ace, Lowes, Tractor Supply, and Rural King or the number of chicken-related deliveries that have arrived on our doorstep. (I also don’t even want to guess at what our mailman says about us NOW.) We have a chicken wish list on Amazon that’s far longer than any other wish lists we’ve ever had.

We have four coop cameras, we’re growing sprouts to feed chickens, (which they, so far, do not appreciate), we have bags of produce bits that normal people would be saving for soup (yuk) and the rinds of melons lurking in our freezer.

We’ve had chicken emergencies (dog-related), we’ve both traipsed around in the dark looking for predators seen on those coop cams, and we’ve found a snake on its way to or from a chicken run.

We also must figure out how to build a chicken tractor and some compost bins when it’s hotter than heck outside.

It’s been interesting, to say the least. It’s also been a lot of work and a very expensive pandemic and furlough. But it was also the right time to get chickens. Trying to figure all of this out while living our “normal” lives would have been horrible.

It’s also been a good thing to keep our minds on rather than obsessing too much over what’s going on in the world.

Neighbor Frank also loves these chickens, which is important. Very important. (You should have heard him laugh the day I hung an old cd-rom disc in the girls’ coop for interest and because some people think it discourages prey. He laughed and laughed. I really need to get the disco ball hung up out there. He’s going to really love that.) He doesn’t like it when we get up too early and let the roosters out of their coop – he likes to sit out on the deck with his breakfast and listen to Big Bird crow. Unfortunately for him, Big Bird doesn’t crow much once he is freed from the coop. So, I try to sleep in a bit – just for Mr. Frank.

Bug guess what?

On Friday, TW told me to order a pool because it’s hotter than heck and because of course she did. (Unfortunately, pools are sold out due to the pandemic so I’m going to build some cooling tubs for chickens and sigh longingly every time I see my daughter post photos of the grandchildren in their shiny new Intex pool.)

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The Trouble with Roosters

We thought we’d re-home most of the roosters. Until Tiny started crowing and then we decided we had to keep them. It didn’t help that Ms. Jackie said she LOVES roosters… so we jokingly refer to them as Ms. Jackie’s roosters.

All of which meant we had to build a third coop/run! Ugh.

Chicken math is a real thing. You go from thinking you’ll have a few hens and a little coop/run to having 12 chickens (7 hens, 5 roos) and three coops/runs!

I found a LOL Cottage on FB Marketplace for $50. It was bright pink and we didn’t think that was appropriate for a coop right next to Frank & Jackie’s house so I spray painted it in colors to match our houses (we both have yellow houses – they have a silver metal roof, ours is a white metal roof), added hardware cloth and some roosts, and TW put avian cloth across the entire side yard to keep them in our yard and hopefully keep the hawks and owls out.

We got it finished on Sunday, June 14. TW caught each rooster and carried it over to the yard. It all went well – even the introduction of Big Bird to the mix. There was some posturing. There was a little blood. But all in all, it went really well.

Until bed time – all five of the roos really wanted to go back to the houses they were used to so we (TW) had to chase them all around the side yard and put them into their new LOL Cottage Coop.

Mrs. K and Grey Stuff were fairly easy for TW to catch. Tiny, who started this whole rooster flock thing, escaped through a small hole in the avian cloth that I’d meant to fill with a PVC pipe feeder and landed in Frank & Jackie’s yard. By then, the sun was good and well set and it was getting dark.

We grabbed some beach towels, cornered him against the fence, and… he flew back into the main part of our yard. At which point, we had to go alll the way back around to our backyard to try and catch him there. Again – the beach towels spooked him so he flew over the fence and into… the avian cloth, where he got tangled enough that TW could grab him.

That just left Chip and Big Bird. Chip was roosting in some huge Florida bush thing and we ended up catching him by cornering him with the beach towels and some avian cloth. TW grabbed Big Bird with a beach towel and… done. 35 minutes was how long it took from the time we went out to close the girls’ popup door and see how we could coerce the boys into their new house.

I did put the Sesame St Cam into the roosters’ coop but all we really saw for most of the night was Mrs. K and/or Grey Stuff.

The next night, we had to catch them again – but it was a little easier to do.

The third night, they went in all on their own. Well, Mrs. K went in but then she came back out and TW did scoop her up and put her back since all the others were tucked in.

And then… a horrible thing happened. TW was organizing the box room and thought I had the dogs with me. I was upstairs working and thought TW had the dogs with her. Turns out, Buster and Lola had broken into the rooster run and… we lost Grey Stuff, Tiny, and Chip. Big Bird seems just fine and Mrs. K looks like she’s in shock.

And there we have chicken math, again. Brand new happy rooster home of five decimated withing just a few minutes. It’s a sad day here. A very sad day.

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Chicken Cam: When They Were New… to the Coop

Look how tiny they were!

There’s some construction noise in this one because we were still building the run.

I’m cleaning out my photos and videos and just noticed the videos from the very first day we put the chickens in the coop. The original idea was for them to stay IN the coop for a couple of days and then let them into the run. That didn’t happen. It was really hot that first day so we ended up opening the pop up door and just letting them into the run right away.

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Chicken Cam: Music Appreciation

It’s important to keep chickens busy and interested otherwise bad things can happen. So, I introduced them to the xylophone when they were about six weeks old and then added a piano when they were two months old.

It’s been either super hot or super rainy so I haven’t really been out there encouraging them to play (by adding treats to the keys) very much. Some of them play a bit on their own but they definitely prefer a little bribery. I get that. I hated practicing the piano, too.

You should, of course, turn on the sound for these. 😉

Chickens on the Xylophone

Chickens on the Piano

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