I am by nature a lazy gardener. The one garden task that gets neglected more often than not is weeding. I hate weeding. If I could get away with never doing it, I’d be the happiest gardener in the world. But, every year grass and other weeds invade my garden beds. These unwelcome guests must go. I have several choices for weed control; a Weed Dragon, various hoes and cultivators, pulling by hand, and chickens. That’s right—I embrace having chickens in my garden.
Chickens are my favorite method of weed control. If you give them some time, they will eliminate all weed, weed seeds, bugs and grubs from the garden bed. Right now, they are working the future tomato bed. I just pulled the garlic and before I plant again, I’ll let the girls have a romp through the garden bed. They will remove any cutworms, weeds, and bugs. As a bonus, their scratching around tills the bed. I am left with the task of planting, adding mulch, and tomato cages. Nothing else needs to be done.
My girls need supervision in this particular garden bed. It is outside of the garden area where they are allowed to roam free. If left unsupervised, I would have chickens everywhere. It would not be a good situation. They could get into the neighbors’ backyards. With two hours a day of supervised time, 15 hens stripped the bed clean in two days. They get tasty plants and high quality protein from bugs and grubs. I get a weed and pest free garden bed, healthier eggs, and spend less money on chicken feed.
There is a down side to allowing chickens to do your garden bed preparation. Unlike ducks, chickens will devour your favorite plants. According to my chickens, anything green or wiggling through the ground must be eaten. They do not make the distinction between the gardens you want them to be in and the gardens full of your favorite plants and veggies. Chickens prefer the latter. If you want to be able to keep your garden alive and well, a barrier of some form is necessary. I use several different methods with varying success. Expect plant casualties. It is inevitable.
— till next time
I could not stand having the little pullets indoors anymore. They were getting too big for their tubs. I was changing the shavings out several times a day because they kept knocking over their waterer. Because they were cramped for space, they were very noisy. Time for the to go outdoors but there was one problem…there was no place for them to go. Solution to the problem—a chicken tractor.
The Chicken Tractor
My husband and youngest son created this amazing chicken tractor. They spent the better part of Mother’s Day afternoon building it. It looks great, it’s functional, and it gets those sweet pullets out of my house. Here are some pictures of the pullets in their new home.
The pullets really love their new chicken tractor.
Another view of the pullets in the chicken tractor. It may take them a while to get used to this.
The chicken tractor will be the new home for our pullets until their permanent enclosure is ready.
Good thing we bought a tarp to cover the chicks up at night. It’s raining hard—we could see up to four inches before this is over. The chicks have been under the tarp for most of the day.
I was more than ready for those chicks to go outdoors. Finally, I have a normal living room—with 3 college/teenage boys and 4 dogs.
—Lynda; a city chick gone country
The chicken greenhouse and yard. Copyright City Chick goes Country
The Cornish Cross chicks are full grown chickens now. We have moved them into a portable greenhouse and let have supervised outdoor time. The greenhouse makes for a decent temporary chicken coop, but there are some drawbacks to it which I will elaborate on later. This will be the last time we purchase Cornish Crosses.
Why a greenhouse
Part of homesteading is using what you have on hand. The chicks quickly got too big for that little 40 gallon tub. To the great pleasure of my son, we moved them outdoors. The greenhouse made sense. It would keep the chicks warm and secure. Doors could be opened completely to give plenty of air and sunshine until we could build secure fencing for them.
The greenhouse is a Flower House Pop-up types that easily fold into a storage bag when not in use. It has a few poles, stakes, and cord to tie it down. I added more stakes and ropes. We live in tornado country and there are days on end where the wind blows at 20-30 miles an hour for the better part of the day.
Inside the greenhouse we put up a chicken wire pen. We added a cardboard box for the chooks to feel secure in at night. Food, water, grit and dried mealworms are put up on cinderblocks. The floor is a thick layer of pine shavings. This gave the 9 chicks a 6 x 5 foot enclosure. Every couple of days, I turn over the shavings, remove any that are really wet, and then add another bag of shavings if necessary.
Why I like this greenhouse:
- It protects the chickens from the weather. Rain cannot get in unless the doors are open. The chickens are also out of the wind.
- There is no floor so I can use a deep litter method of keeping the chickens.
- Hawks and other birds of prey cannot get to the chickens.
- I can easily control the temperature by adjusting the doors and the two small openings for cords and hoses.
- I already had this so it made for a quick and easy chicken house.
- When the chicks were smaller, the greenhouse was able to keep them safe and warm.
- In my particular situation, the greenhouse is predator proof.
Downside to the greenhouse:
- It can get very warm quickly. If the doors are not open and the greenhouse is in direct sun, chickens can overheat. I found this out first-hand when I lost 3 of my Cornish Cross chickens to heat stroke.
- If you have a large number of chickens, this particular setup is too small.
- The greenhouse holds moisture, so if water spills you have to ventilate it well.
- Purchasing one can be expensive.
We have 4 hens and one rooster remaining. They will be ready for processing in about two weeks. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.
Hope you enjoyed this
A city chick gone country.
I live with four dogs. Three of the four are mine, the fourth belongs to my son. My three dogs are all rescues. Izzy the coonhound, is the matriarch of the bunch. She came with us from North Carolina. Next is Sophie, a Chinese Shar-Pei. Finally, there is Romeo, a pedigreed Bedlington Terrier. My son’s dog is a Brittany Spaniel mix–not the smartest dog I ever met, but he tries to be a good dog.
We purchased 10 Cornish Cross chicks from our local Tractor Supply. Unfortunately one chick did not make it. The remaining nine are doing well and growing faster than anything I have ever seen. They spend their days eating and drinking and messing their litter.
Let me backtrack a bit. There is a reason that I am raising chickens. I personally feel that the commercial chicken industry is inhumane. For years I have mouthed off about this. Now that I own my home, I can do something about it. By raising chickens for meat and eggs, I am in control of how the animals are treated and I have total control over their care and feeding. This is where as a consumer, I can vote with my dollars. In my case, I am putting my meat and egg dollars into animals I raise in my backyard.
Romeo with chicks. Copyright Lynda Altman
Now back to the dogs and chickens… I was surprised that my Romeo has self-appointed himself as keep of the flock. He will not allow the other dogs near the chicks. Romeo rarely leaves the side of the chick’s crate. He only leaves them to use the outdoors, to eat, and to visit with us when the chicks are quiet.
Back to chicks
The chicks arrive!
The chicks reside in a large plastic tub. The floor is covered in pine shavings. I have a food dish set up on stacked 2×4 scraps to keep them from pooping in it. The waterer hangs from a scrap of wood that is set across the top of the tub. For heat, I went high end and I am glad I did. We decided to purchase an EcoGlow 20 from Brinsea. This heater uses only 1/10 of the electricity of a standard heat lamp. Every year houses and sheds catch fire or burn down. The cause of the fires is heat lamps used in a brooder.
So this is the start of our adventure with dogs and chicks. I’ll keep you posted.
–Lynda, the City Chick gone Country.