And yes... he can open that drawer and the toilet lid by himself. Good times!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Chickens
I am not an animal lover. I've accepted this about myself, and I'm okay with it. When the boys ask for a dog, I now tell them no; It's no longer 'maybe' or 'some day.' I know you are shaking your head with disappointment, but it's okay... I am not a bad person.
This is why I surprised even myself when I wanted to get chickens. But, chickens aren't pets.... right? They earn their keep. They're functional. At least that was the plan.
My vision of four chickens roaming in our yard and producing eggs for us hasn't worked out so well. What has happened is I have chicken poop on my porch, I have to shoo them out of the house when the boys leave the door open, and I'm only getting one egg a day.
We have now built a chicken run to enclose them during the day. While I was clearing out vegetation for the chicken run, I discovered what I have suspected for a long time:
I'm pretty sure there is another mound of eggs behind the wood pile, and I think one of our chickens escapes under the fence behind the shed to lay her eggs in the neighbors yard. Hopefully our new enclosure will encourage our chickens to lay their eggs in the nesting boxes we have so lovingly prepared for them.
There is one member of our family who will be very disappointed with this new arrangement. Clark loves to crawl into the chicken poop, er... I mean coop, and dump out all the food. He's going to be pretty ticked off.
This is why I surprised even myself when I wanted to get chickens. But, chickens aren't pets.... right? They earn their keep. They're functional. At least that was the plan.
My vision of four chickens roaming in our yard and producing eggs for us hasn't worked out so well. What has happened is I have chicken poop on my porch, I have to shoo them out of the house when the boys leave the door open, and I'm only getting one egg a day.
We have now built a chicken run to enclose them during the day. While I was clearing out vegetation for the chicken run, I discovered what I have suspected for a long time:
I'm pretty sure there is another mound of eggs behind the wood pile, and I think one of our chickens escapes under the fence behind the shed to lay her eggs in the neighbors yard. Hopefully our new enclosure will encourage our chickens to lay their eggs in the nesting boxes we have so lovingly prepared for them.
There is one member of our family who will be very disappointed with this new arrangement. Clark loves to crawl into the chicken poop, er... I mean coop, and dump out all the food. He's going to be pretty ticked off.
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