Beginning chicken keeping: Mistakes to avoid, and how we survived our first year! (Funny story with helpful advice).

I used to wonder how people could sit around watching chickens for entertainment. Now, I know...

We've become chicken gazers, I tell ya...

Our birds gather at our feet as we sit on the porch with our steaming (OK--cold) cups of spiced coffee. The hens scratch and peck at the steel cut oats we've tossed their way. Big Roo sticks his neck out and makes a weird sound like a whinnying horse (it's kind of creepy and hilarious all at once). It's like a game to us now, trying to understand the language our birds speak. They grunt, growl, squeak, cluck, purr, bok-bok, sing, and cock-a-doodle do. It's weird, but I feel I understand all birds better, by simply getting to know our chickens. 

A year ago, before we got our eight baby chicks, who knew they'd be so entertaining and fun? But it's also been way more work than we ever imagined, too. (That's what happens when you do things backwards). For us, keeping chickens has been a learning curve that could take us to the moon and back--TO THE MOON AND BACK, I say! Let me tell you about it...
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How it all began...

It all started when I was laid up with a back injury last summer (stupid church pew! It was a thrift-store find I wanted to paint white for our porch. But before that, I helped lug the old thing to a picnic spot under the apple trees. Long story short, the picnic never happened, and the pew is in a burn pile after being left to fall apart in the rain. Serves it right). 

Anyway, I was bored. I'd picked up a book at the bookstore by my favorite homestead author, Jenna Worinrich, called Chick Days, Raising Chickens from Hatchlings to Laying Hens. I read it front to back and decided, if I was going to be holed up for who-knows-how-long, I should have a few chicks to keep me company. 

"What about a coop?" My practical husband wanted to know. He
 was already overwhelmed with trying to plant the ten fruit trees we'd just bought before they shriveled and keeled over and in their root-bound pots under the hot summer sun (another story of lessons learned). 

"Don't worry, we'll have six weeks to figure out a coop." That was a mistake, but I felt so smart. (Pipe dreams. My head was full of them). 

The next day at the feed store, the man behind the counter seemed tired. It was nearing the end of chick season, and he'd probably answered the same questions we peppered him with hundreds of times since late spring.  

We picked out eight A*D*O*R*A*B*L*E chicks: 2 Rhode Island Reds, 2 Speckled Sussex, 2 black Astralorps, and 2 Ameraucanas. Soon we'd be collecting a rainbow of beige, brown, pink and blue eggs. 

How our meat chickens became pet chickens instead...

We couldn't stop cuddling our new feathered friends. (We were the best mother hens)! We checked the room thermometer often, taught our babes to drink from a bottle with an ingenious little thing called a chicken nipple, and we kept an eye on the birds' bums for signs of "pasty butt" (a term used for when poop plugs a chick's tiny vent which is dangerous).

The chicks grew healthy and fast. Soon they all had names (from items in a pantry): Butterscotch, Cocoa, Honey, Nutmeg, Olive, Pepper, Cracker and Peanut. This was a another mistake. With the naming of our birds, any notion that they might someday become meat on our table went right out the window. We'd made the fatal error of making them pets by giving them names (but alas, such sweet names, don't you think)?

How we let our chickens take over our home, garage, farm, and whole life (almost)...

Eight little chicks became eight crowded chicks, and we had to give them a larger home (bigger than the 18 gallon tub they'd been living in). My honey built a GINORMOUS brooder-coop thing with a fold-down door, and sides of chicken wire. 

By now, the chicks were older and the temps were such that we didn't have to worry about the chicks getting too cold at night, so they would do fine in the main part of the house (instead of staying in the bathroom). 

Hubby thought the brooder-coop thing might be useful in the garage, when the chicks got a bit older, to buy us more time to build a permanent coop and run outside. (More time sounded good, since the plans I'd ordered to our "chicken palace" hadn't arrived in the mail yet). 

We set the enormous brooder-coop thing in our "other" kitchen (we're still remodeling an old duplex into a single-family home, so for now we have two kitchens and two dining rooms. Weird, I know). 

It was nicer visiting the birds in this larger area, and having them waist-high where we could play with them in their new play pen. But soon, our entire house smelled and looked like a barn. Pine chips got tracked EVERYWHERE, a fine white dust covered EVERYTHING, and the smell of poop forced us to scoop the coop everyday like a cat litter box (which we've continued to do to this day in the garage, but I'm getting ahead of myself). 

Finally, the plans to our permanent outdoor coop and run arrived. It was time to get down to business! Which brings me to our next mistake.  

How we lost our minds building the coop of our (my) dreams...

If you're going to keep chickens for eggs and/or meat, does it really matter what their housing looks like? (Now to be fair, you have to give me a small pinch of credit. I didn't just pick this particular coop, because it happened to be the most doll-house-cute thing out there (you can check it out HERE, but we've modified ours a bit). I chose the coop, because of my back (or so I convinced my husband). I loved how the doors were all waist-high and I'd be able to clean the whole thing without bending over. But now the truth is, it could have been any number of other simpler designs to achieve the same thing, but...come on, I just had to have the one I wanted!

So I persuaded my very sweet husband to indulge me. (Now look where it got us). 

We've learned terms like stud, ridge board,
 valley rafter and valley jack while framing
this puppy. Now if we can just figure out
how to roof the thing, we'll be sitting pretty.

My role in all this? Supply runs and
helping my honey make heads-and-tales
of the plans. (Oh yeah, and taking pictures)!

For two people with limited carpentry skills that, when combined, could fit inside one small egg shell, our coop of dreams has been mind-boggling to build. So time consuming in fact, that with all the other stuff that comes up on a farm like ours, we were CRAZY to think we'd get the thing built before the next summer. Which of course we didn't. It's still sitting there under a tarp. Now our new vow is to finish it by the end of this summer, but that leaves you wondering what the heck did we do with our chickens this whole past year? I'm going to tell you...

How we cheated our chickens...

For a year now, our birds have been sleeping at night in our garage in the same brooder-coop thing my honey built when the birds needed a larger place to exist while still inside our house. (Thankfully George made it big enough to serve indefinitely in this way, because who knows how long this arrangement will really go on for). 

The birds' sleeping quarters in the garage

We set the birds' sleeping quarters on a table out in the garage. (The contraption is far from predator-proof or weather-proof and can't stay outside). The whole set-up consumes half of our single-car garage. (Which means contents from our garage often migrate to the only other outdoor covered space that we have--our front porch, which I'm sure pleases our neighbors very much). 

By day, our birds either hang out in an absurd make-shift run we call "the hillbilly chicken run," or they're allowed to free-range. The free-range privilege is granted for now, even though they poop everywhere and we have to constantly babysit like they're children or they'll wander onto our neighbor's property, or get eaten by dogs (though, now that Roo is big and tough, and some neighbors with a mean dog moved, things are better). And why do we put up with this? Because we feel sorry for our poor birds for having to live in that old 'billy run! (The fact that we love the poor dears in spite of all this trouble, means one of two things: We're either sick in the head, or just incredibly persistent). 

I say it's persistence. Definitely that, when I think of how we housed the birds in their hillbilly run all this time, right outside our window. We couldn't place the eye-sore just any old place on the farm, because the thing is only made from an old dining canopy that we wrapped with chicken wire (and blankets and tarps. Nice, right?) In the summer, a heavy old moving blanket creates a wall for wind protection and shade. In the winter (which we never intended to be the case), a tarp wrapped on all sides but one, provides protection from the elements (but the birds aren't wild about the noisy, flapping tarp-walls when it gets windy). 

Now, before you go feeling too sorry for our birds, I want to point out, they're all still alive (well mostly--we lost two early on to the neighbor's mean dog before they moved, and Roo was just a kid then, so he'd ditch the hens and hide, but not anymore). 

The birds have been kept clean and dry, fed and watered, sheltered at night, watched over during the day, and they're healthy and happy. And to thank us, they give us eggs. Lots and lots of them. (We finally put some nesting boxes in the 'billy run and let them go for it).

Why we don't regret a thing...

Like I said--a learning curve to the moon and back. But with our birds right under our noses all year, something's happened that we didn't expect. They've captivated us with their antics. I feel I could someday write a book on how to understand chicken behavior. We've lived among them like what's-her-name, the monkey lady in National Geographic. So much so, that we know these creatures far better than we ever would have otherwise, most likely. And they know us, too. Like when Roo stands at the glass door using his mind-control powers to summon up the treat-fairy. He knows just what works (like knocking on the glass with his beak). Then, when the treats appear, he pretends to the hens that it's all a gift from himself, with that special clucky sound that brings them all running.

Those birds.

So you see, my friend: You have nothing to fear...

Why have I told you this story? Because I wanted you to know, that in spite of a million mistakes, our birds have more than survived--they've thrived. You may think you don't know what you're doing (and that's probably true), but there's all kinds of help out there. From the grumpy man at the feed store (who I called more than twice), and books like Chick Days (my birds would probably all be dead, except for Jenna's book), and a growing number of articles on-line, you'll find the support you need. Your birds will be grand. You'll see. 

Now go make some eggs. (But for goodness sake, get your coop up first).

Until next time...

Joy--Fearless Farm Girl, 

"Farm girl: it's a verb, because it's what you do."

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  1. Enjoyed reading your story! Love the chicken coop you are building! But you are right, chickens do not care so much about the design. Ours care mostly about food ;).

    1. Yes, it seems chickens live to eat! But they give back plenty, not only in eggs (and meat, if you're in that), but also in work around the garden. Glad you enjoyed the tale :-)

    2. I enjoyed the telling of the story I have followed from afar! You told it well, and the pictures are delightful!! We are currently converting our would-be chicken coop into a "Shed and Breakfast," since the vegans with whom I reside no longer eat eggs nor want to imprison any critters. I'll have to visit you and yours! No wonder we never see you any more.....pretty busy with 'those chickens!'

    3. Thanks Rose! Curious to know more about the "Shed and Breakfast!" Sounds interesting. Would love to see you. Hugs.

  2. I really enjoyed this post, because I could relate to E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G you went through. I love my girls. They're spoiled rotten divas. Last Spring I remodeled their digs. Like they needed it. LOL! Please share pictures of the chicken palace when it's done!

    1. It's nice to discover a kindred spirit! You can be sure I'll share LOTS of pics after so much effort! Looking forward to it :-)

  3. Your tale is beautiful, you are a nice storyteller, and your chickens look lovely. thanks a lot.

  4. Oh, my goodness! I can relate to everything you said! My coop came many months after my hens were laying too! You are a hoot and I loved reading this post! YES, you have to write a book someday! You are captivating and fun! Keep on blogging! ~Maryjane

    1. Thank you, Maryjane. This tale was fun to tell! I appreciate your encouraging comment.

  5. Pretty awesome story and very identical to mine ..I have fighting rooster breeds is a Alabama blond named cugo .And a Rhode Island red rooster I call oscar.and a oxford old english rooster which he is my (roo) he is very aggressive I named him Tyson. Lol.i put him in a pen with his 2 hens cuz he attacked everyone that came close to him and my killer rott .. so after while of me interacting with him the fence he warmed up to me without trying to claw my eyes out . But then then I got the other 1 plus sum hens without bn prepared. had no pens built yet so we made a lil cage while worked on to her one and had a killer dog roaming my farm who by the way loved to kill small animals.and managed to kill 2 of the hens . So as soon as the second pen was done. I walk by Tysons and see that there's babies in ther.. FYI this type breed r aggressive ther bred for fight. So wen I went to see how many babies (5).I see the other hens jumping over the mom and killing the babies she killed 3 as they came out from under mom. And the roosters will kill the babies if males .OMG.!!!!! So I grab the hen place her in cage . Come back and Tysons is chasing babies . So I go in try save them and mom puffs up big time and tries attacking me . And Tysons reacts to her reacting . So that got way scary and I got out asap. And struggled to get those babies out every way I could think but mom was on them .finally after many many failed attempts struggle after struggle and me n my girls running chasing and brainstorming we finally got them out .so now again back to building pen. But the struggle continued cuz the pen had to hold back a 150 lb hard headed rott. Meanwhile the last 2 babies stayed in my living room which me n my girls loved and enjoyed..then 1 died from wounds from dad so 1 survived . But cage wad too big for just him he lived with us till old enough to defend himself.. then the patten continued more Babies same hen same struggle. Omg!!!.so in these 3 years I learned that not all chickens r the same.. I grew up raising chickens but these r not ur normal hens n roosters. .I had to learn to raise these like if it was my first ones . N everything I thought I new bout chickens was all wrong with these ones. Its a total different kind of chicken taco. Hahahaha. But I luv having chickens and and the roostes r gorgeous.. and each one is one a kind.. there different n many ways.. just like roo. . Tysons is gentle wen mating and oscar is mean possessive and the king of his domain hens need to obey him and by his side at all times. It's interesting to see how and wat they do wen n how they do wat they do .. lol .. . I just need to figure out how to get the hens to hatch more hens . Cuz roosters are taking over . Lol. . I even kinda learned how to tell rooster from hen wen babies .. lol yaaaaay

    1. Wow. That's quite a story! Love the names you give your roosters. It sounds like your experience has been similar to mine (but maybe a tad more exciting), getting into more than we expected when taking on chickens. A huge learning curve to be sure! I hope you feel it's been worth it. I sure do. Thanks for sharing.