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What it's really like to have urban chickens - Part 3 - Fully grown chickens, very cold short days ahead and snow!

Spoiler: A link to my recipe for Organic Chicken Feed can be found below.

Dirt baths!

Unfortunately, at least for me, summer doesn't last forever. Our chickens spent the summer and fall foraging in our back yard for whatever greens and proteins they could find, plus the treats we'd give them during the day. They had their pellets available too, but preferred fresh food. Before long, the greens were no longer available and so I started supplementing even more with dandelion greens, spinach, salad and other greens from the grocery store. I asked King Soopers if they'd let me have the greens they were going to throw out because they were past their prime, and they said by law they could not.

Tearing up the garden

So I buy marked down salads when I can or give the girls green stuff from our fridge that's on it's way out. Since our garden was done for the season, I opened the gate and the girls got to finish up the things they didn't like when times were good—celery stalks and leaves, collards and broccoli stems. They take dirt baths in our raised beds and rototill compost into the garden beds.

Healthy homemade food!

I found a great recipe for homemade chicken feed that is too expensive to feed exclusively to the girls, but makes me feel great that I can give them healthy grains in addition to their pellets. And they absolutely LOVE it! So their diet right now is organic chicken pellets, a cup or two of my homemade feed daily, extra treats of greens and food scraps, and some sort of calcium-rich grit such as oyster shells or recycled crushed egg shells.

New chimney

We decided that before it got too late in the season we needed to plan for REALLY cold weather. My husband cut a hole in the roof of the chicken coop in order to attach the old heat lamp and a "chimney". An article I read said that hay was a better insulator than pine shavings, so just before the days got short and nights were cold, I added a layer of straw under the pine shavings.

Now, for those of you who want to know how hard it is to keep a chicken coop clean, I can honestly say that it depends on how many chickens you own. We have five. Two to three times a week I put on some waterproof gloves, roll back the coop (we put wheels on the legs), scoop the poop out and toss it into our compost bin. If needed, I add more bedding. The whole process takes about 10 minutes. Some of my chickens like to watch and make comments as I clean. Easy work. I don't usually have to clean the chicken run because they don't spend much time there. They poop on the lawn and either our sprinklers in the summer or snow and rain the rest of the year melt it into the grass.

The first time we went on vacation AC (after chickens), we paid a friend's daughter come to our house twice a day to let the girls out, check food and water and put them to bed. By our second vacation she wasn't interested. We didn't know anyone else who could do that for us, so we ended up hiring a house sitter. It's more costly, but if you own a house it's comforting for many reasons, plus our dog was able to stay home too.

New plastic roof on run

We had a couple of snow storms in October 2011, and although the coop was snow tight the chicken run was half filled with the white stuff. At one point I bought a clear tarp and thumb-tacked it over the run's roof to keep the weather out. But we have some pretty incredible winds here, and after a couple of months it started to tear and break loose. My husband went to Home Depot and bought some clear corrugated plastic panels. He trimmed them to fit over the chicken run, and for the most part it works well. He angled the sheets on one side so snow (and rain) would drain off and away from the run. We turn on the heat lamp on nights where it got below zero degrees and it seems to work just fine for the girls. If the temperatures get below -10, I can always bring them back into our sun room in the play pen.

Lots of snow!

A recent snow storm told us that the corrugated plastic roof would not always be enough protection. The storm lasted two days and dumped 2 feet of snow in our yard. Winds whipped the snow around the south side of our house—and right into the chicken run. So… maybe we need to cover the south side of the run with something, at least in the winter.

Chicken luge.

I learned this winter that chickens don't like snow! When we get a good snow fall, we have to shovel out a path from the chicken run to our back patio where they can at least stretch their legs. If I don't shovel a path, they yell their heads off and I don't want to upset my neighbors. I've added second heated water bowl to our patio, I also brought their small bowl of my chix mix back there and a bowl full of chicken pellets, since the patio is covered and their food won't get wet. I bought a couple of bales of pine shavings and made a small burrow for the girls to block out the wind. They tend to hang out there anyway when the weather's bad, so I decided it would be a good idea to build them a "fort" to block some of the cold wind. I fill the floor with hay and they spend the worst weather days huddled there, tapping on our glass doors to come in and squawking for food. Do you think I'm a bit of a mother hen? ;=>

Home away from home.

Now for the not-so-pretty stuff: When the weather is bad the chickens poop all over our patio. I sweep after them every day. If it gets warm enough, I hose off the patio. I've had to remove the cushions from of our patio furniture to keep the chickens off. And oh, did I mention that chickens poop a LOT? When the snow melts off the yard they spend their days looking for things to eat in the yard and forget about the patio. But there have been a few days where that's been impossible and they make a real mess out of our concrete. And sometimes the poop gets smashed down and freezes—there's no way to get that cleaned off until the weather gives us a break. Luckily we live in Colorado and we get patches of nice weather between snow and cold. If we lived somewhere where the entire winter is a frozen mass of snow, I wouldn't be able to deal with having chickens in the 'burbs. They would need a large chicken run and coop or barn.

The girls don't understand why
Abby won't share like they do.

The girls still want to come inside. Every chance they get, they sneak in and I find one sitting on a papasan chair making little "boop boop boo" sounds. One day I was sitting at our kitchen island working on my laptop and heard a soft sound next to me, near the floor. I looked down and there was Jenny, standing next to my chair and looking up at my face. I pick up one or another chicken every few days and take them on a tour of the house. They seem to enjoy it. Chickens are a lot smarter than I expected. They make a lot of different sounds and I'm learning what some of them mean. They have personalities! Jenny is extremely sweet but the absolute bottom of the pecking order.

A chicken named Duck.

Duck is very smart and very vocal. She's always the first one who sees our lights go on in the morning and starts yelling to be let out of the run. She's also the one who comes to our sunroom door and loudly demands food. Flopsy and Mopsy are fairly friendly and quiet and are the ones who will jump up and sit in our laps. Tiggy is standoffish but melts when I "force" her to sit on my lap and endure snuggling and petting. She seems embarrassed about that.

A few of my aprons.

In early fall Denver had it's first county fair. I had seen chicken diapers in a magazine and mentioned them to a friend who is not only a seamstress but also owns chickens. She rented a booth at the fair to sell aprons and asked if I would like to sell chicken diapers. Sure, why not? I ordered a couple from web sites and was not impressed with their construction or fit, so I came up with my own design and made a few. I also made some chicken-themed aprons to match, and joined my friend at the fair. You can check out some of my designs here. Eventually I'll get them on Etsy. You just never know when one of your chickens is injured or sick and needs to spend some time indoors. Did I mention they poop a LOT?

Flopsy stoically modeling a
chicken diaper. 

It's now February and I think we have winter figured out. The girls don't lay as many eggs—three of them are moulting which happens after they stop producing eggs for the winter. They still aren't crazy about snow. Their egg shells are getting thinner, so I'm recirculating their eggs shells into their food (mentioned above). I dry out the egg shells and pulverize them in a baggy so they don't really know what they are— I don't want to give them any ideas. We're just a couple of weeks from the date they came to live with us. They seem happy, and we still love having the cheerful clucking little girls in our yard. One of the hardest things about keeping chickens, at least the way we do, is that they don't have the yard to roam when there's a lot of snow and so spend a lot of time on our patio pooping and demanding food. I keep giving them as many greens as I can to make up for the lack of foraging, in the way of spinach, salad, greens and sprouted wheatgrass. They get great leftovers: Last night it was spinach souffle and leftover fresh trout scraps with the bones removed. My animals eat better than a lot of our neighbors' kids. If you want to feel loved and appreciated, just get a flock of chickens that run full speed to you when you walk outside. Never mind that they're expecting food, they look so funny when they run!

We've been hearing coyotes on the other side of our fence lately—I hope they only come by at night, when the girls are protected by our construction. Our girls are part of our family and we want to keep it that way as long as we can. Despite the mess, the extra work and the shortage of eggs lately, I still love the little sweeties and am glad we have them.

For my conclusion, what's it really like to have chickens in the 'burbs?

Flopsy in a pot.

Pros:
1. They are really cute! They are quirky, funny, have personalities, look pretty and make fun sounds. Very entertaining—they make us laugh, A LOT.
2. They are the only pets that give you food in return for your efforts.
3. They eat weeds, insects and mice. BC (before chickens) our back yard was overrun with dandelions. Now our neighbors give us dandelions from their yards to feed to our chickens.
4. There is something very grounding and relaxing about spending time with chickens. I get such a warm happy feeling when hugging a chicken.
5. They mow and thatch your lawn and fertilize it at the same time.
6. They produce high quality fertilizer for all your other gardening needs.
7. They will love you if you are nice to them.

Tiggy jumping for some
squash leaves.

Cons:
1. They are extra work—but not much.
2. They are an extra expense: food and housing.
3. They poop a lot, so cleanup is involved. And an odor if you don't clean up often enough. But... See #6 above.
4. They also eat all of your plants, so exposed gardens and flower pots are out of question. I just ordered a book from Amazon about having a nice yard AND chickens. I'll update with a post of what I learn.

So, urban chickens? It depends on what you're looking for, what type of pet owner you are and how much time you have for a few extra chores. For me? It's a win-win situation. I LOVE my chickens!

What it's really like to have urban chickens - Part 1 - Infant chicks and how time flies

Duck at 1 week of age

Of course, I'll be speaking here from my perspective as an urban (or suburban) farmer. I grew up in the suburbs, spent most of the my life in suburbs, live in the suburbs right now. For some reason I've wanted to have chickens, well, forever. There's something so warm and homey about owning these living icons of a rural lifestyle. They're sweet, pretty, motherly and make the neatest sounds. They give you eggs.

Maybe I developed my affection for chickens as a child in New Jersey. On weekends we would drive to an Englishtown "egg farm" to get farm fresh eggs. The people that sold us the eggs were like grandparents. They lived in an old white farmhouse on a hill. While my parents were buying eggs, the wife would bring me into their kitchen and feed me date and nut bread that she made from the eggs that "needed to be used up." I might have been 3 or 4, but I still remember the warmth of that woman and her kitchen. And her bread was to die for.

As I've mentioned before, I live in the most suburban of suburbs and covenant controlled to boot. Just on the outskirts is a Murdoch's Feed and Supply Store. I'd go there in the spring and gaze longingly at the day-old chicks they'd have available for the folks that lived outside of my town limits. Then I'd come home and Google the poultry restrictions for my neighborhood. Once again, no chickens.

Nap time!

A couple of years ago I was talking with a sales person at Murdoch's and she mentioned my town had passed an ordinance allowing chickens. My day had finally come!

I researched what chickens fit our needs on a great web resource, http://www.backyardchickens.com. For us requirements were cold hardy, friendly egg-producers (as opposed to meat birds). I made my plans to be a chicken mom.

We found out what the spring delivery schedule was for chicks at Murdoch's and learned that chicks sell pretty quickly!  Chicks don't need to eat for a couple of days after they hatch, so the best time for them to be shipped is immediately after hatching. But if you want a choice, get to the store early! Our chicks came home to us in March 11, 2011.

Note: You can buy either sexed or straight run chicks. The sexed ones are determined to be, by chick private part experts, to be hens or roosters they day they hatch. Straight run means no one has looked at the "parts" and so gender is a gamble. Some neighborhoods that allow poultry--like mine-- do not permit roosters because they are too noisy. Keep that in mind.

Lap chicken Flopsy.

We set up a 3'x2' plastic storage container in the warmest room of our house, the kitchen. We used pine shavings for their bedding, a little chick feeder and waterer, and a heat lamp over one end of their new digs, all bought at Murdoch's. They were smart enough to sleep under the lamp if they felt cold, or move away from it if too warm. Chicks tend to poop in their food, water and everywhere in between. If they end up ingesting some of that, they could develop serious gastric problems. I bought chic feed containing antibiotics even though I wanted my chickens to be "organic". Chicks are tiny defenseless fuzz puffs and I wanted to protect them. A friend of mine opted to forego antibiotics in her chick feed and they got sick. After weeks of worry, lab tests, vet bills and antibiotics, she decided she should have gone preventative in the beginning. My chicks, by the way, did just fine.

In the beginning they would nap most of the time. It was not unusual to see a chick standing in the container start to drop it's head down and then just fall asleep.  Or a friend would come over to see the chicks, pick one up and suddenly the chick would go limp in her hands, fast asleep. OMG cute. Note: One of the most important things I learned about chicks was pasty butt. Sometimes a chick's poop would stick to its vent feathers (vent is another word for all purpose port -- they pee, poop and deliver eggs out of one efficient oriface). You do not want a sealed vent. If you notice poop stuck to a chick's back end you need to run some warm water over the area until it's clean. They will yell like you're killing them, but you're really saving their lives. More info can be found here.

Live meal worms, yum!

The chicks learned at an early age that humans meant food was coming and would run to us when they saw us enter the room. The napped a lot, and wanted to roost on our furniture which meant removing a rug, some cushions and putting sheets on the futon mattress. The chicks were very attracted to us and would hop on our laps and nap on us when they could.

For the first two weeks, one large storage container was fine. But the chicks grew so quickly I ended up joining two containers side-by-side. I cut out the walls separating the two containers and put a screen door over the top because they were learning how to jump up to the edges-- and out.

Chicken run goes here!

While I was cleaning out their tubs, I'd let them roam our sunroom. I'd take the screen door off their tubs and call them into the sun room. They'd all rush out, knowing there was some special treat waiting for them.  I found that chick babyhood lasts about 4 weeks.

Next, the "tweens" and outdoor living construction begins. Gasp.

What is an urban farmer?

My Mac's dictionary has no definition whatsoever. Wikipedia has a ho-hum one: "Urban agriculture is the practice of cultivating, processing and distributing food in, or around, a village, town or city. [1] Urban agriculture in addition can also involve animal husbandry, aquaculture, agro-forestry and horticulture. These activities also occur in peri-urban areas as well."

I feel an urban farmer (or in my case, an Herban Farmer) is a person who lives in an urban or suburban setting who wants-- no, needs, to be close to nature. It could be health-related (organic food and herbs), a hobby (it's fun and satisfying to grow things), spiritual (a need to connect with Mother Earth), financial (if you go about it correctly, you could save grocery money), or the primal need to be able to feed oneself (the old hunter/gatherer urge).

You can consider yourself an urban farmer, in varying degrees, if:

• You grow herbs or veggies in your kitchen window or elsewhere in your home;

• You grow herbs and veggies in containers on your patio, balcony or back yard;

• You have a small garden;

• You have a big garden;

• You've added chickens to the scenario;

• You've now added goats or whatever your zoning permits... or not.

If you live on a few acres and do any of the above, you are NOT an urban farmer, you're a bona fide farmer and probably won't want to follow my blog.

I am an urban farmer. I live in the most suburban of suburbs. I've always wanted to live on a farm, but so far that hasn't happened. I've gardened, indoors and out, all my life. As of this past year, I keep chickens. I've been known to cook, preserve, sew, make my own soap, paper and candles, knit, crochet, weave and use herbal remedies. I can use power tools. I paint. I own a horse. I fish and clean and eat them. I make food from scratch for my dog, parrots, chickens and family. I also know html, Photoshop, other Adobe software and three independent web development tools. I have a sense for natural remedies. And I love my planet.

So, if you're currently an urban farmer, or want to be one some day, stick around and I may come up with some information that you'll find interesting and useful. I'll report findings from my various gardening experiments and my experiences as a first time chicken and horse owner, share recipes inspired by my garden's bounty and possibly outline a crafty project here or there. If you want to follow my blog, you'll get emails when I make a new post which will keep me inspired since as of now I'm the only person on the planet who knows about this blog!