I used to have a chicken that defied the odds. I always assumed, as a mature farmer (of course), that I wouldn’t take to any of my farm animals as ‘pets’. They’re here to work and they serve a purpose and that was that. But my Helen hen broke the mold. I’ve had very few
This year, we’re trying something a little bit different on the farm: we’re hatching chicks…in the middle of winter! We explain why we’re trying this in our video. So make sure to check it out and don’t forget to subscribe to our YouTube channel! Follow us on YouTube HERE!
Culling old laying hens is not the easiest task on the farm. Heck, are there any easy tasks on the farm? (Shaye reflects… Shaye realizes that no, there aren’t any easy tasks on the farm… Shaye moves on with her life.). Heading into the thick of winter, if one has chickens, one must ask themselves:
I promised you, like 100 years ago or something, when we moved to our farm that I’d show you the easiest nesting boxes ever that we set up for our chickens. As with all things in this lifestyle, knowledge is achieved through many mistakes – and Lord knows, we’ve made ’em. Even with regard to
Wash Eggs Like A Boss, Baby. Winter time is not a clean time on the farm. Just yesterday, as I was out throwing kitchen scraps to the pigs, I nearly face planted into the muck after my rubber boots got stuck in the deep sludge. There were slurping noises. And waving arms. And perhaps a
It’s funny, but here on the farm, meat doesn’t come in packages. “Whole, skinless, boneless, chicken breasts”. Nope. And as convenient as that would be at times, it just ain’t the way the good Lord designed in. Chickens come with: 2 wings 2 legs and 2 thighs 2 breasts 2 “oysters” 2 feet 1 neck
Summer has a bit of magic that swirls around the fringes of complete insanity. Just when I think I’ll surely hole up and die of exhaustion, there are teeny moments of pure, well, magic that revive my soul enough to complete another task… another chore… another harvest. While I was snuggled up to Sally’s flank,
Remember that beautiful chicken run that we built a few weeks ago? It’s still lovely. The honeysuckle is growing. The chickens are sun bathing. The gardens aren’t being eaten. But. But there are three…four…or five gangsters that refuse to play by the rules. They come out. I throw them back in. They come out again.
I may be no pro, but I’m at least somewhat an old(er…ish) hat at raising meat chickens this go round. This past weekend, we welcomed our fourth batch of meat birds to the homestead. Because Mama’s gotta have her chicken, man. I won’t say that I particularly love raising meat chickens. Fine. I’ll say it. Meat
I hate free range chickens. There. I said it. Let the stoning begin. But first, perhaps I should clarify. Let’s just say that I lived out in the middle of a seventy three acre pasture. In said pasture, there was nothing but native grasses, and perhaps one bovine. I lived in a hut with no