Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Chicken Psychology 101

Raising a few laying hens has become a popular thing to do. Many cities now allow folks in town to keep 3 or 4 hens in their backyard, and a lot of people are discovering how much fun chickens can be.

Some of them will soon discover two other things:
  1. All predators eat chicken, from mites to bears.
  2. Chickens will harm each other.

If you're going to raise chickens, you really need to sign up for Chicken Psychology 101. Today I have some case histories for those who are learning. Anyone who has had chickens for a couple of years will know at least this much, but maybe it will save some new poultry owner a little grief.

The chicks I raised in late spring are at least half grown now. To put them in their "permanent" pens, I had to mix birds that had never lived outside their small hatching groups. Some breeds are easier to mix than others.

White Old English


I put the oldest pair in with their momma (she's on the bottom). They get along fine because she's smaller than they are. If I had put them with her when they were babies, she would have chased them around and pecked them to death. How do I know this? Past experience. It doesn't matter if the eggs are hatched in an incubator or this hen hatches them herself. She likes eggs, but she doesn't like babies. An annoying percentage of hens share this fault.

I put the rest of the white OE all in one pen.


I trimmed the sharp ends of their beaks before I did this, just in case they ganged up on each other. They didn't, they get along fine and probably will until the 2 cockerels are old enough to fight. By that time I will have sold one of them. These birds not only got along right from the beginning, they liked each other.

Dominique Bantams

My DBs are very hard on each other. First, I can't put many of them in a pen. Second, I do NOT mix hatching groups. There were 3 cockerels in the oldest group. I had to separate them a month ago, as soon as they started crowing they started fighting. I sold one that had bad feather color. Each of the other two is in its own small pen. I catch them every day and handle them, just in case they mature to be decent show birds. It's hard to keep a lot of males because they have to be separated, and that means you have to maintain a bunch of small feed and water containers.

I had 2 older DB hens from one bloodline and 2 from another bloodline that I wanted to put together. To keep them from killing each other, I put an older rooster in a fairly large pen first, then added all the hens at once a week later. It was not home territory to any of the hens, it belonged to the rooster. So they didn't feel obliged to defend it. That worked fairly well.

This is a pair of young Dominique Bantams.


They're in the lanky "teenage" stage. These birds will stay together as they grow.

This is a younger pair. They're with a mutt pullet that was raised with them.


I can't put the Dom pullet on the right in with anything else because she's blind. Sigh. The mutt pullet and the Dom cockerel she was raised with take care of her for now.

The birds that are hardest to move around are the Anconas. They're wily and strong. I had 4 hens and a cock in a large pen with a Leghorn hen. The Leghorn's sister is the one that broke her leg last year. I had to keep her in a separate pen, and was never able to put her back in with the others. This year I raised one Ancona pullet and two Legconas – crosses between the Leghorn hen and the Ancona male.

Anconas


Anconas are GREAT laying hens, and they're very hardy. Fifty years ago they were commonly kept for eggs. Leghorns are the breed that is now raised commercially. They're more economical to keep because they're smaller. I've learned a lot from keeping the two Leghorns this past year. I've seen this breed in crowded commercial conditions and felt sorry for them, where there are as many as 8 crowded into a pen where they can't stand very well or move around. By the end of a laying season, their feathers have been rubbed on the wire and they look really ratty. Well, compare the Anconas above with one of my Leghorns below.


She looks as ratty as a commercial bird. She's in the same big pen the Anconas are in, she doesn't rub on anything. The others don't pick on her at all, she doesn't pick herself. I wouldn't say the Leghorns are stupid, but they aren't as self-sufficient as Anconas. It will be interesting to see how the crosses turn out. Here is one of the Legcona pullets.


It was really a chore trying to integrate the lone Leghorn hen, the 2 Legcona pullets, and an Ancona pullet into the big Ancona pen. I tried it twice and ended up taking the new ones out because they would not come off the perch to eat. The Ancona pullet got cornered and pecked. Luckily I got her out before she got eaten (yes, that can happen). What I finally had to do was take the Ancona rooster out of that pen and put him by himself. He wasn't chasing the new ones, but they were terrified of him. When he walked around, they'd panic and run and the older hens would chase them.

After I took the rooster out, I put the new girls back in the big pen and put food in 3 different places. After a week or so the new ones were getting along well enough that I could feed them from the same feeder. After a month, I put the rooster back in and they're getting along fine.


The older Ancona pullet is in with 3 younger ones and a mutt. The mutt keeps them calm so they don't beat themselves to death on the wire. How do I know they'd do that? Experience. Sometime in December, these 4 Anconas will have to be integrated into the big pen, too.

Not every breed acts the same. With some breeds, you can keep males together and they won't fight unless you separate them for a couple of days and try to reintroduce them. With other breeds, even the females will fight. I've seen females like that gang up on a rooster and almost kill it. Some breeds are mean to people but nice to each other. Some breeds like people but are mean to each other. And individual birds have their own idiosyncrasies.

For right now (knock on wood) there is peace in the chicken yard. It doesn't come easily.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

One Last Look at the Gourd Festival

What does a person do for entertainment at the Gourd Festival if they're too big for the pony rides?

You could watch Bob direct traffic.


He really got into it, the power got to him. He'd send arrogant people clear to the far end of the parking lot and let nice people park closer.

Another fun thing to do was watch Bryan hobble around on his crutches.


A broken foot does not get you out of work around here.

But if that wasn't enough, this year instead of a loud band, there were groups of young people performing. I really wasn't sure what these young ladies were doing because I didn't hear their introduction. They were sort of dancing, though. Their outfits were really colorful, my new Pentax almost couldn't handle it.




A lot of those areas that look like skin are really fabric. Really.

There was a big sign on the stage advertising the youth groups. It also said, "Alcohol and Drug Free." I think that's great. It was a little confusing, though, when this fellow sat right in front of the sign and played Rastafarian songs for 30 minutes.


"Ganja" doesn't refer to the Ganges River, does it? Are there drug-free Rastafarians? I'm not up on that stuff.

Later in the day there was an Aztec dancing group. They had beautiful, handmade outfits that used lots of feathers.

I don't know how authentic the plaid underwear is, but the rest of the outfit is pretty cool.

A 16-year old girl who is a great dancer.

The adult in charge of the group.

Buttface.

The Corn Maze is at its best right now. Bob and his buddies tried it out after dark a couple of nights ago. I could hear them laughing out there for a long time.

The next activity here will be the Harvest Festival in October. The guys told me all the booths are filled. There are literally tons of pumpkins out there, and lots of other autumn decorations. It should be fun.

Flitting Around

I have scarcely been home this week. Aside from jury dooty, I rode to Grass Valley one day with Katherine to help set up her booth at the Draft Horse Classic. This is me, hard at work.


This is the booth at the end of the day. See that white rack on the right? I put ALL those cards in it.


OK, so I'm not much help, but I'm good company.

One day I drove up the valley to Lincoln and met Carlotta at Jim and Carolyn's Tennessee Walking Horse stable.

Jim, Carolyn, Baby Girl the horse, Me, Carlotta

Jim, Carlotta and I were all kids together, hanging around horse shows. As they reminded me today, I was more like their mom, trying to keep them out of trouble all the time. If they weren't IN trouble, they were causing it. Mostly I was a very good kid and stayed out of trouble. Except one time someone brought a gallon of Gallo Port to the barn and we all got sick on it.

I was really proud of Carlotta, she hadn't ridden in more than 20 years, but she gave it a try.


She even found a little blue roan gelding to ride that reminded us both of the horse she used to show, Royal Perfection. We all had a great time visiting, then Carlotta and I stopped for dinner on the way home. As we were leaving the restaurant, a man at another table stopped me and said, "Pardon me, but are you related to this lady?" He pointed to one of the ladies at his table. "You two look so much alike," he said, "you must be related. So we had our picture taken together.


We weren't related. And we don't really resemble each other. For one thing, she was a cute little lady who doesn't share my doofus smile. But we could have been long-lost twins, you know, even though she's half my size, and is probably 15 years younger. It always pays to investigate these things.

Check This Out

Please read Hazel Dene's wise words on food security in her Sunday blog. I'll put a link at the end.

Hazel is from Australia, but every single thing she talks about (except Vegemite) is true here as well.

The farming we do here in our little valley is a great example of how things can work. There are a variety of crops, they require lots of hand labor (thus, many employed people) and because they are sold directly to the public, the food is still cheaper than in the stores. It is also fresher. Every penny that is made here goes back to our community.

Even so, we are constantly on guard to protect our property from county and state governments, and from the ever-present threat of developers. They can't build down here because Sloughhouse is on a very active floodplain. But they try to buy land where they can sink wells and siphon the water off to their developments.

I could rant for hours about this, but I'll let Hazel do it for me: Here.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Fantastic Fruits

Some fruit is grown on our property, all of the melons are grown here. Most of the tree fruit comes from other local farmers and farmers a few miles down the valley, south of here. The stone fruit this year have been outstanding, my favorites were the black plums and the white nectarines. But most of all I love the blueberries.

Blueberries

Cantaloupe

Figs

Honeydew

Nectarines, wonderful crunchy ones.

Watermelon, the seedless kind.

Various Vegetables

I won't post pictures of ALL the vegetables at Davis Ranch, there are so many your computer would explode trying to download them (if you don't have a Mac). Here are a few of my favorite pictures.

Beets - these are grown from May through October and sold with the greens attached.

Green Bell Peppers - they're the best in the fall, super crunchy.

Indian Corn. OK, this is more of a decoration than a food, but it's pretty.

Okra. A wonderful vegetable if you like boiled snot.

Purple Bell Peppers

Red Bell Peppers

And this photo is especially for my buddy Yorkshire Pudding, who perceives a hidden meaning in everything.

Armenian Gesturing Cucumber

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Gorgeous Gourds

Gourds seen at the festival.





Pumpkin Portraits

Here are some pumpkin pix I took with my new Pentax last weekend along the Avenue de Squash.






Fugly Day

While I was at Jury Dooty all day, trying hard not to snore, there was mayhem in the Pigeon Inn.

I just did a pigeon census 2 days ago and determined there were 20 pigeons in the pen. There should be 23 plus 5 babies. One of the missing was little Dot, the Taganrog I raised by hand. She must have returned near dark though because today Bob found her dead in the pen.

He also found the killer, a sharp-shinned hawk. We don't know how long it was in the pigeon pen, long enough to kill the little pigeon and scare the rest out of their wits. It had to maneuver through a 4 inch gap to get in there. When I went out to count, the birds were very subdued. There are only 11 adults in the pen tonight. It's not dark yet, maybe the others will sneak in later. Then I'll lock the exit door and keep them all in for a couple of months.

The 5 babies are still OK, but the parents of 2 are missing. I tube fed the babies tonight. If the parents are not back by tomorrow, I'll have to bring them in.

I don't dislike the hawk. Possibly it's the young one Bob caught in the chicken pen earlier this year, looking for dinner again as it passes through on its migratory route. I just wish it wouldn't have chosen the one out of 23 pigeons that was my favorite.

Monday, September 19, 2011

People Watching at the Gourd Festival



I used the new Pentax a lot this weekend. Will try not to bore you with all the lovely squash photos I took, once I get them organized.

Camouflage

Resting on a marigold...one battered old butterfly.


Resting on a rose bush nearby...one hungry, young, praying mantis.


I didn't stick around to see how that turned out.