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The Chicken Lottery

27 Sunday May 2018

Posted by Jodi in Chickens, Farm Life

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Brownie Chocolate Cochin is a great mom. 2018 is her third year hatching a couple batches per year. This time though, she had a very strange hatch. Brownie had been cooking six Legbar eggs and on hatch day, one bright-eyed little Legbar chick made her appearance right on schedule. But two days later, Legbar pullet was still an only child! Brownie had tried to help another exit the egg, with disasterous results, the chick didn’t make it.

After that, Brownie decided she’d had enough. She abandoned the nest, taking her little singleton with her. I moved them into the clean spacious brooder I had all set up, where Brownie just sat, head down, in the corner, with her little one poking around aimlessly beside her. She was one unhappy momma.

I wasn’t too concerned, because I knew something that Brownie didn’t. I like to set a few eggs in the incubator when a hen goes broody. I might as well get my hens to do all the work of raising chicks. So I had a bunch more babies to tuck under Brownie, after dark so she would accept them as her own. That would cheer her up, but she didn’t know and of course I couldn’t tell her. I haven’t quite figured out how to speak chicken yet. Poor Brownie spent the whole day in a funk. Post-partum depression, chicken style.

A little later I went back to the nest box to clean up, remove the unhatched eggs and replace the bedding, and as I picked up the first egg it yelled at me! I nearly dropped the darned thing. That egg was not only alive, it sounded pretty pissed off. I gathered up all four, since they all felt heavy and full of potential, then headed for the house.

Once inside, I plugged in an incubator to warm up, then ran some warm water into a yogurt tub to float test the eggs. Float testing is a great way to see if a chick is alive, if so, the egg will wiggle in the water quite distinctively. The soaking is good for softening the shell too, although it is important to check the egg for cracks before submersion, to make sure you don’t drown a little one.

All four eggs wiggled, so into the incubator they went, along with the warm water which would bring the humidity so necessary for the hatching process up.

Then I waited. That evening, nothing. The next morning, nothing. By this time, we were at 24 days on these eggs, and they should have hatched on day 21. Taking the bull by the horns, so to speak, I poked a small hole into the air cell at the top of each egg and had a look inside. Four babies, still moving, still alive, and all internally pipped.

There are two membranes between an unhatched chick and the egg shell, and once they pierce the inner membrane with their beak they begin to breathe (and peep). Thus the yell I had heard in the nest box. It seemed to me that these babies were trying very hard to hatch, but with not enough moisture left in the eggs to keep things slippery, they were “shrink wrapped”.

I guessed that Brownie had spent a bit too much time off her eggs over the 21 days, slowing development, except for the egg in the middle of the clutch. That, combined with the dry warm weather we have had this May, meant the chicks were awfully late to the party and a bit of help was in order. So I peeled back some of the shell and outer membrane on each, moistened the inner membrane with warm water and back into the incubator they went.

The next morning, one chick had hatched and was staggering around the incubator. I pulled the other three and had a look. The day before, when I had wet the inner membranes, I saw they were lined with delicate webs of blood vessels filled with blood. If I messed with those the chicks might bleed out.  Today the blood vessels were empty and brown. The inner membranes were no longer linked into the chicks’ circulatory systems. I knew I could chance a little more intervention.

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Birth is messy

I started peeling carefully at each tiny beak’s air hole, opening the inner membrane enough so that the head unfolded and popped out. That moment (times three) when each baby opened a bright black eye and stared into mine, was pretty great. I said hello, then put them back in the incubator to finish (or not) on their own.

The next morning (by now we were at day 27!), everyone was out, fully hatched, and learning how to use their legs. It looked like I had mostly girls! Usually chicks hatch half and half, so I was sceptical, but sure enough, once they fluffed out and I could take a close look, I found that I had indeed hatched out four girls. With Brownie’s singleton that made for a 100% female hatch. Wow. I won the chicken lottery.

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A dozen little Black Copper Marans and three baby Bresse went out to join Brownie and her singleton that first night. Morning must have felt like Christmas to dear Brownie. Her mood had sure improved by the time I went out to feed.

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Can you believe she has sixteen under her? She has one wing spread, like a travel trailer “bump-out”.

Meanwhile the four Legbars are running around the indoor brooder, perky as can be, along with ten Silkies I hatched for the next broody in line. Brownie has enough to do with her sixteen, I think these ones will go out to White Silkie Two in a couple days when her hatch is done. I just love happy endings. 💕🐣

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Homemade Soap for Homegrown Eggs

20 Sunday May 2018

Posted by Jodi in Farm Life, Farm Produce

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My sis-in-law and I have a good thing going, because she likes to make soap and I like to keep chickens.

Have you ever read the label on a bar of drugstore soap? So many unpronounceable words = so many ingredients I would rather not rub on my skin. It’s hard to find simple soap out there! When my Sis began to make soap at home naturally I was interested. So when she offered to trade some soap for eggs I enthusiastically agreed.

My whole family loved Sis’ soap so much, I asked her for more. “Come on over,” she said, “I’ll show you how to whip up a batch.” My Sis is very much a ‘teach a man to fish’ type of person, she likes giving people the tools. ❤️  So I went.

When I got there she had the equipment and ingredients all set up and we jumped right into it, her demonstrating and me assisting. As she worked and explained what she was doing and why, she made notes, in her usual efficient manner. My Sis is a project director in her day job, and it shows. She is a woman who Gets. Things. Done.

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It got a little stinky when we mixed the oil and lye (outside), and safely whipping the hot mixture (till plump, with a good tail) was interesting; but soon we were pouring fragrant liquid soap into the silicon molds I would carry home,  where I would pop the fresh bars out after 24 hours and set them to cure for a month.

I know how to make soap now, but I like it better when Sis makes it for me and trades me for eggs. We keep a running tally of who has a credit and who a debit in our little soap-for-eggs syndicate, and we both agree our arrangement works very well.

Sis makes handcream too, and solid shampoo, and of course our family has to try these products when she has extra to barter. This means she usually has a credit which I chip away at, a dozen eggs at a time.

Her soap has gone camping, and to festivals, and a vial of her hand cream traveled around Europe for a month last year, keeping my hands happy despite all those harsh public washroom soaps.

I hope my Sis never gets tired of making soap, I don’t know what we’d do if she did!

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A Showgirl’s Life

05 Saturday May 2018

Posted by Jodi in Chickens, Farm Life

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Vegas the Showgirl came home to our muddy valley in the spring of 2013. Midnight black, with a svelte naked neck, a neat round figure, a jaunty hairdoo and a sparkle in her eye, she was hatched on a farm up island, that my friend, after our trip there, dubbed Chicken Africa.

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My friend had spent time on the African continent (and has since been back at least twice) and loved the vibrant, busy, resourceful culture and bountiful nature she found there. I got it. Enclosed by a dilapidated patchwork fence that somehow managed to hold up its end of the bargain anyway, Chicken Africa was a lively place full of interesting inhabitants.

Lifting the baling twine latch and passing through the vintage tubular steel and wire filigree gate that had once, long ago, been painted white, we walked by a large male turkey nibbling the front lawn and carefully followed our host along a wood pallet causeway into the back yard.

Chock full of coops, sheds, an ancient greenhouse, old dog houses and cages draped in plastic; and webbed with complicated arrangements of used fish netting, chicken wire, hardware cloth and string, the back yard was a bustling place. Each of the many pens held its own small group of birds, breeding trios and quads mostly, all different types. The greenhouse was split into three grow out pens, each home to twenty or so teenage Silkies destined, eventually, for Chinatown soup pots. There was even a death row, it’s lone occupant a plump Cornish cockerel who would be Sunday dinner.

Nothing went to waste in Chicken Africa it seemed, worn out tires held dust baths and nests, while old pots and pans and bits of crockery held water and cracked corn and crumble.

Our kind host showed us all her diverse collection, and she showed us her pride and glory too, a pair of vintage Leahy redwood incubators, each a work of art capable of holding 160 or so eggs. They were beautiful. They don’t make ‘em like that any more, and some day I will own one.

My friend and I each chose a few point of lay hens, Silkies mostly plus a showgirl each, handed over some cash, loaded up our new birds, and headed back down island.

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Vegas earned her name when she went broody, and what a good mother she was. She raised two broods every summer, and laid eggs every winter. This spring she slowed down considerably and I knew she was getting ready to leave. Yesterday, I found that she had quietly embarked on her journey to the ever after.

Farewell Vegas. All in all, you lived a pretty good life. You were a faithful layer, a gentle flock member and a great mother. Five years is a good run for a chicken, although not exceptional. You were pretty exceptional in my book though. Thank you for decorating my barnyard, sharing your eggs and contributing your motherly skills to the increase of my flock.

Rest In Peace little chicken.

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