On a partial whim I wrote this grant for mobile chicken coups. You know, sometimes after a couple of glasses of wine at night you jot down some ideas and you think they are just brilliantly intelligent, and then the next morning you wake up and you look at your scribbles and you can only think: I am a true genius.
It has been fun so far, and a ravager of time, but then again what else would I do? (Well, come to think of it, I could have hoed some strawberries, trellissed this or the other, started some seeds, tilled some ground, or just plain gone to a bar and make a fool of myself). So people ask me, what are you going to do with the eggs of 250 chickens? Well, DUH, make an omlet of course!
And if there are any eggs left over I could go and demonstrate something, there is always something to demonstrate against in this jah country, but mostly I was thinking selling them wholesale in St. Louis to an organic bakery.
So I will have 250 hens in two coups. I don't want cockrels because they really do not produce anything and just get tough real quick with age. No, Hens produce at least something. But the funny thing is that my main drive is really not the eggs or money or the business aspect of it, no, I am interested in chicken poop and the pok power for killing weeds.
Any farm needs some kind of livestock as the engine that drives soil fertility, and 250 fullgrown chickens weigh about as much as a holsteiner. I know I know, holsteiners give milk, but I could butcher one chicken and have 249 left, whereas 1 holsteiner minus 1 holsteiner is a freezer full and no motor. So more is.... more.
More so, it took a little doing, you get those chicks in the mail, then you have to house them for a bit, draft free, warm and watered, away from animals, including domesticated low intelligence dogs and cats. Then you spend about a paycheck a month on feed and then about 3 weeks of your life on building them coups. And then when the chicks almost burst out of their temporary shelter you have to clip their wings and as an extra I put a twisty tie on half the flock, which I put in one wagon, and the others unmarked in the other coup. Oh by the way, clipping their wings means you clip the feathers on one side , so they can't fly out, it doesnt't hurt the chickens, it only hurts them a little bit when you drop them, they kind of fly real funny, more like a drunk helicopter kind a like.
After I got them in the coups, I put the electric fence around them, and zapped myself a couple of times for good measure, copulate! So those chickens were too small yet or the mash too big. They kind of just walked through the fence, and some of them got shocked a little so they refused to go back in. Besides they are chickens, they have no concept of 'In". They kind of know "under" as in, Hey I am sleeping under the house. Or "close". Anyway, the netting worked as a one way membrame and the chicks ended up under the wagons. So at night I had to scrape em off the grass and put them in the coups. More copulate. Did that two nights and then decided, copulate, I am going to put them in the hightunnel and double fence em. So I did. and that works just fine. I got a coup on either side of the tunnel , new fence which you can pull tight which makes the holes smaller and wrapped this around the whole tunnel. The most expensive chicken coup ever, 8000 bucks in tunnel, 3000 bucks in wagons and netting and that for 250 chicks, go figure. As Tim said: you spent more on your chicken housing than your own. But! But! I have figured this out now, and they are pok powering in the tunnel. Pok power is annihilating the vegetation, crop residue and amping up the fertility in the tunnel. 12 square foot per bird. Before and after fotos'...
But the grand scheme is the painting with chickens! Here's a heart for you.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .