Stress chickens, that’s what they are.
So, my wife and Stacey decided that it would be prudent for us to become chicken farmers. They went out and bought 6 chicks, all laying hens, and committed us to egg production. The hens are an even split of “Production red” and “Plymouth rock” and the hopes are to produce enough eggs for two families.
This is a first for the ladies and I myself have not done chicken ranching since my days in Kiddie prison. But we are game and are going to give it a go anyway. If it doesn’t work out we figure that we can switch over to doves or Homing pigeons.
Over the past week we have been building a bad ass 4′ X 8′ coop to house the hens; It is elevated 30″ and will have an 8′ x 12′ run. Right now Stacey is in the back of the shop at my business, putting the final coats of paint on it. Eventually the ladies are going to pretty it up by painting vines and flowers all over it.
The chicks have been living in Stacey’s living room in a big Tupperware tub, but are growing by leaps and bounds. We are hoping to have the coop to completion by Sunday and be able to move the hens in. When it is all finished up I will post some pics of it.