Homeschooling, housework, and a flock of chickens on the side.
Shiloh walks the perimeter of the chicken yard looking for a chink in the armor. Thankfully my hubby put up a mighty fine fence!We put them all up into the coop for the night, with their heat lamp and food and water. The locks are all on and the only thing left to do is put in some roosts and paint the door (my daughter and father-in-law painted it for me, but I had them paint the wrong side so the chickens are enjoying a beautiful blue door while we, out here, are not)
Another week has passed and our little chickies are 3 weeks old. My husband is so ready to reclaim his garage and get the birds outside, but we’re only halfway there. He’s been beside himself without the use of his home gym. We’ve made big strides in the coop department, well in the fencing department anyway. All we have left to do are build and install the gates, and line the bottom section with chicken wire. We should have time to get this done over the weekend, as my hubby is off Friday-Monday.
Most of the Chickens are doing well. Teeny Weennie is still…well…teeny weenie, just look at her next to the Rhode Island Red and across from our SLW. I don’t think she’s getting picked on, I often see the other chickens picking pieces of sawdust out of her feathers, but they don’t seem to be pecking HER and she doesn’t seem to mind so no need to intervene just yet, but the size difference is so pronounced, that I am keeping a close eye on things.
The only other development in the chick department is the attitude problem of our Silver Laced Wyandotte. She is rude. She flys at the other chickens, and she bit me yesterday. Not just the poke poke with the beak that some of them do, but she hauled off and open beak bit my thumb. Let’s just say we picked the perfect name for her: Dinner. Beanie hopes that Dinner turns out to be a boy, but she also said Dinner should eat a lot so will be nice and fat for when we eat her. My daughter cracks me up. I don’t know if I would have been as laissez-faire about eating a chicken out of my garage when I was 4yrs old.
Polly is still my favorite girl, she climbs up onto my hand when I visit them, and is so sweet.
I took our little Ameraucana outside for a little bit of sunshine, but couldn’t let her down. I know she hasn’t gotten enough feathers yet to stay warm in our sunny 50 deg weather. (And our cat was winding around my ankles when I took this picture.)
In other news Beanie has been doing well with her homeschooling. She just finished the systems of the body (it helps that Dad is a Nurse Practitioner) and we’re starting a series on poetry and music. She has written a few haikus and typed them up on the computer, then we print them out and water-color paint over top of the poem. So far it has been a blast, I’m going to start with other types of poems next week, and we will compile them all into a poetry notebook. Here is one of them.
they make me smile
orange yellow purple red
shining in the sky
She has also been working on a photo scavenger hunt. Here are a few of the photos that she took.
So we’ve been doing a ton of work on the coop this week. We painted it and finally got locks that work (though some of them still need to be installed.) My husband helped me mount the door and then he, Beanie, and I sanded it down so it would open and close smoothly. The baby chicks are all doing well, we still hold each one every day and most of them are very calm once you get them in hand. I gave them a few pieces of cantaloupe yesterday and they stood about six inches away in a little line staring at it. Then one would jump over the food and rush back in line to wait for the fruit to launch a counter attack. This lasted a few minutes and I got bored. My daughter looked in about half an hour later and said “Hey they really like those melons!” Once they figured out how delicious they were it was pretty adorable.
So now that the coop is pretty much assembled and painted we’ve pushed our focus to the fence. We’ve decided to make two separate yards for the chickens and rotate on a 4-6 month basis so we can give the ground a rest. The kids were out helping with that too…my hubby has the patience of a saint with these little helpers. 🙂
Beanie wanted a few pretty extra touches added on to the coop (she wasn’t a fan of it being brown) so I free-handed some tulips onto the nest box door. She approved.
That’s our coop update. One last little bit of excitement was our flood yesterday. Now I just wanted to impart a teeny little piece of knowledge. I am sure you’ve all heard that it only takes a second for a kid to drown in a bathtub, but what you may not know is that it takes less than a minute for a 2 1/2 yr old to dump half a bathtub’s worth of water onto the ground. I also learned that it is extremely difficult to get water out of heating ducts, but not difficult for the water to drip from the heating ducts onto the drywall and into our downstairs light fixtures. It was a…fun…evening. I did get some great advice from my aunt when I called her and my uncle in a panic: “Maybe don’t let the toddler have a bucket as a bath toy.” Touche.