WELCOME TO THE HEN HOUSE …

This is the first instalment of our adventures keeping hens in our urban back garden.

However, as you will soon see, at the end of January 2013, tragedy struck when a fox took our entire brood of hens. Don’t let that put you off … there are lots of happy stories to read, photos to share, and information about keeping hens to be found in these pages.

The adventure continues on our original site, now renamed The Hen Garden and I hope you will follow us there. Thank you.

(updated 02.02.13)

Please note – as I have transferred this blog to a new address, internal links may not work. Use the tabs at the top of the page to navigate to the various areas.

Empty Garden

The garden feels empty … and I feel strange each time I have to think about what to do with a left over cooked potato or a tough outer cabbage leaf. I’m having to be careful to cook only just enough spaghetti, rice, or frozen peas. It’s horrid.

So we’ve taken the decision in principle to restock, perhaps 4 – 6 hens, no more than we can restrict to the Hen Run. It’s frustrating that we don’t feel it would be safe for any more but that’s the way it is. Now that the fox has found us, we’ll never be safe from him again. I’m angry too: angry that the hens we lost had only recently refeathered, gained weight and started laying. They, and we, had so much to look forward to.

With four hens, there won’t be any eggs to sell – which isn’t about the money, it’s about the people who got to enjoy such lovely eggs and were always so grateful to have some.

It won’t be for a week or two, probably early March (if indeed we can locate some POL birds that early in the season). I’m leaving DH to source hens of his choice, while I work out how much we need to spend to further strengthen our defences. I will keep in touch via a post on this blog, but won’t continue this blog for a new brood. I’ll start over and leave a link here if you’d like to follow it. There are simply too many memories here – does that sound a bit melodramatic? That’s honestly how it feels just now.

Thank you for all your messages of love and support. It means a lot to us x

Gone, all gone

Ever since a fox took Verity one night, we have been careful to shut the hens in at night. Except last night.

They are all dead, every last one. Nothing eaten, just the heads taken.

DH is determined to restock. I’m not sure we can afford to make the garden fox proof – even if I knew how.

I’ll let you know what we decide. Thank you for your interest.

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New link

I’ve just come across the fabulous ‘My Chickens and Me‘ website (via Terry at  HenCam) … I shall go immediately and add it to my Hen Care page (see top of this page for link) … do take a look, there is some really useful stuff on there  :)

Counting eggs

For the first three years of keeping hens, I kept meticulous records of their egg production. Which hen and where every day for three years. It was an interesting eggcercise (sorry!) … it proved that with enough hens laying, they pay their own way in foodstuffs etc. But it told me little about their general health or whether different brands of feed made much difference.

Last September we had a major building project in the house, and my desk and computer were packed away for some weeks. So I was unable to use my normal system – or even to find a piece of notepaper and a pen most days! So the counting ceased. Since then, with the building project complete and my desk now up and running again, I simply haven’t bothered to keep such a precise count, simply to make a mental note of roughly how many eggs were laid each day.

So the following observation is just that, an observation rather than a firm statistic! For most of the Autumn and into the winter months, we had an average of one egg a day – from 11-12 hens  :o  Over Christmas I actually bought eggs to ensure a supply while we had visitors :doh: The rest of the time I simply used whatever eggs we had, when we had them, so we couldn’t have boiled eggs for tea, and only made cakes on an occasional basis. No flans, no fried egg for breakfast, the occasional scrambled egg if we had a thin-shelled or cracked egg. And that’s all. With 11/12 hens in the garden!

We were concerned that a couple of our girls were under the weather, so we added various supplements to their feed – Avipro, natural yoghurt, mash with added protein (mealworms) and cod liver oil. The various new girls gained weight and feathers, but still didn’t lay any eggs. Even though at least five of them are hybrids, bred to lay all year round :huh:

But then, just past the shortest day, we began to notice the occasional ‘softie’ … an egg without a protective shell, or with a shell so thin it was like parchment … in the litter tray or nest box. So we added some limestone flour to the feed, together with the usual crushed egg shell, to boost their calcium levels.

One day last week we had five eggs!

And yesterday, I collected four eggs, and found two softies in the litter tray.

So the girls are laying again – at least, some of them. Every other day we might have perhaps one or two, but as the length of day grows, they’ll lay more frequently, and for now, every other day will do! The softies may well be from the Barn girls, there’s no way of knowing. They may never lay good eggs having been worn out on a production line before they ever came to us. I could make a guess who is laying from the brightness of their combs – but we have more red combs than eggs, so it’s not an eggzact (sorry – again!) science. And really, that’s not what’s important. The only thing that worried me about such a low egg count over the winter was that they might be unwell. Our girls are here as pets, part of the family, not simply for what they can contribute to our larder. But we did enjoy our boiled eggs for tea on Sunday!

Housing squeeze

We have two coops, both made by Omlet, an Eglu Cube (which we call the Cube) and an Eglu Go (which we call the Eglu).

The Cube is designed to take up to 10 birds and the Eglu three, giving accommodation for a total of 13 birds. We have 11 birds. Most often, the Bronte sisters sleep in the Elgu and the rest of the brood in the Cube. But since DH has been shutting them in at night (it can’t last – once it gets light too early in the morning, we’ll stop), he’s been taking note of where each of the girls roosts at night. And for the past couple of nights, there have been Bronte sisters in the Cube.

On one occasion, a single Bronte ended up on her own in the Eglu which is not ideal. Mostly, they are all together, either in the Cube or the Eglu. And that’s fine. Except that sometimes gives us 11 birds in a coop built for 10 … it’s calculated on the length of the roost bars available. But since some of the girls obviously sleep in the nest box, however many there are in the Cube at night (ie it’s not simply overflow but preference), we don’t think it’s a problem as regards space. The only problem with birds sleeping in the next box is that it gets messy and needs changing each morning or the eggs get messy too.

The suggested ratio of nest boxes is one box to three hens. And technically we have five, one in the Eglu, one in the greenhouse and three in the Cube (although it’s not actually subdivided into individual nest boxes). So that’s plenty. Although three hens in the Cube nest box always looks rather crowded to me. But it’s not exactly like they want to spread their wings …

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That’s Charlotte underneath Molly  :doh: And Molly’s been in there some time so Charlotte has joined her and obviously decided she wants to sit in the same place – as they do!

Feather identities

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Anne – no collar, white tail (Jan 2013)

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Charlotte – black collar, dark tail (Jan 2013)

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Emily – black collar, pale tail (Jan 2013)

Feathers intact – pictures!

Delia wearing a saddle (May 2010) to protect her remaining feathers from pecking

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Delia (Jan 2013) fully feathered and proud of it!

Polly - no tail feathers

Polly – no tail feathers (July 2012)

Polly - feathers and tail intact (Jan 2013)

Polly – feathers and tail intact (Jan 2013)

Molly had only a few short tail feathers (July 2012)

Molly had only a few short tail feathers (July 2012)

Molly - now with feathers all over (Jan 2013)

Molly – now with feathers all over (Jan 2013)

Lotty had only a few tail feathers and none round her behind (July 2012)

Lotty had only a few tail feathers and none round her behind (July 2012)

Lotty with all her feathers intact (Jan 2013)

Lotty now fully feathered (Jan 2013)

Dotty when she arrived (July 2012)

Dotty when she arrived (July 2012)

Dotty - with just one feather that still needs attention (Jan 2013)

Dotty – with just one feather that needs a little attention (Jan 2013)

Catching up

For the past few weeks, DH has been the primary carer for our girls, both human and feathered … no good reason, except that he’s usually up first. Well, to be truthful, it’s easier for DD2 to just have one adult to navigate in the mornings, so I stay out of the way … and by the time I’ve done something useful upstairs – usually the ironing – she has left for school and DH is well on his way to being dressed.

So it’s been a while since I’ve spent any length of time in the Hen Garden. But while the rest of the country has been under the cover of snow, we’ve had a couple of dry days – albeit with temperatures below freezing – so at the weekend I took the corn bucket with me, and took the time to enjoy the company of the brood.

A few are still wary of taking corn from my hand … Anne was willing, but being at the bottom of the pecking order, she didn’t really get the chance. Delia’s beak is sharp, and she pecks hard … so I tried again, this time wearing gardening gloves. It didn’t put them off … and soon they were all gathered fairly close. I’m sorry I don’t have any photos to show you – the light isn’t good at the moment, even at midday – but the Barn girls are now fully feathered and look perfectly healthy by comparison to last July. Molly still has a mucky behind, but Dotty – still the gentlest of the Barn girls – is looking wonderful. Even Polly and Lotty have a full set of tail feathers. Talking of feathers, Delia has a complete and splendid set of glossy, black feathers. She is the oldest of our girls, and by rights should be at the top of the pecking order. It’s hard to tell, though it’s clear the Welsummers are grateful to have moved up a rung and are throwing their weight around, dominating the Bronte sisters, but especially Anne. We often see her crouching down while a Welsummer takes a peck at her comb :( I know it’s natural, but it’s hard to watch.

DH pointed out to me that you can tell the two Light Sussex apart by the colour of their tails … Emily’s tail is much lighter in colour than Charlotte’s … I think – I may have it the wrong way round! The white girls all look like they need a bath, but they too are looking much better this side of Christmas. A full set of feathers makes such a difference to a hen!

We are effectively snowed in, without actually having seen a flake of the white stuff ourselves. While the ground was frozen the girls found it hard to forage worms etc, but the alternative, mud, is increasingly hard to cope with. Instead of the predicted snow last night, we had thunder and sleet … and now have standing water in the garden, even in the areas we have no reason to walk on. Usually our drainage is what is often described by gardeners as ‘fierce’ … but the ground is simply saturated, and there’s no end in sight.

Dotty when she arrived in July

Dotty – July 2012

Polly

Polly – July 2012

Just as soon as I can, I’ll get some pictures of the Barn girls as they are now …

Mud

DH went out to the hens after dark last night and locked them in … he’s the first one up in the morning to let them out, so it’s his decision and his responsibility! First thing yesterday he went out into the back lane and cleared away some stuff he’d tossed over the wall from the compost heap. But I expect a fox could get over our wall in any case … and next door have a pile of stuff up against the wall on their side which would make it easy for anyone to hop over from their garden to ours and back again.

He took care to note where each girl was sleeping – and as we suspected, the Bronte sisters haven’t ventured as far as sleeping in the Cube preferring the security of having the Eglu to themselves. They are at the bottom of the pecking order of course, and are really quite put upon by the others. Verity was the top of the order, so there’s bound to be a bit of hassle among the brood until everyone settles down into position again. It’s not yet clear who is the new top hen … Delia is our oldest resident, and has been an active second-in-command to Verity, but I suspect the Barn Girls may be a bit too forceful for her on her own.

We’re still not decided about moving them back into the Hen Run … we’ve never taken their security for granted, but losing Verity was still a shock – we’ve lived here 10 years,  we’ve had hens for over 3 years and we’ve never even seen a fox in the area. There are several other local hen keepers, so I’ll ask around when I see them to see if anyone else has had an encounter.

In the meanwhile, when the rain was at it’s worst (and I suspect that there is more to come this winter – it’s not over yet) we had to find a way to live with the mud. We considered all sorts of solutions … but we really don’t want to put down woodchip on that side of the garden since we’ll be reclaiming it for grass at some stage. I came across an article in a poultry magazine in which someone claimed to have beaten the mud … but it came down to using rubber chippings on membrane … not at all the natural experience I’m after for my girls.

In the end we settled on buying a length of split bamboo screening and laid it like a piece of matting along the length of the mud from the greenhouse to the Cube. It’s worked surprisingly well, and I can imagine using it more extensively underneath the woodchip once we’re back in the Hen Run. It might extend the life of the woodchip, too.

The weather forecast for the next few days is horrid … so it will be put to the test. I’ll report back in due course.

 

Shock!

White feathers all around the new hen garden … and a headless chicken dead on the back bank … we’ve had a visiting fox :( It’s a first for us, and altogether a bit of a shock, even if it had to happen sooner or later. And once a fox has found chickens, it comes back …

So today we’ll be thinking and planning how to a) protect the hens while b) still allowing the main Hen Garden and Run to lie fallow for some time yet. There’s no way of securing them where they are … but I’m really reluctant to move them back across the garden. Man wee is a good deterrent, so DH will do his duty, but there must be more we can do?

And of all our hens, the fox took Verity, the last of the Virtues – the biggest and strongest of all the girls.

Lesson learned – the hard way.