Well, it happened again. I ruined a perfectly lazy year by successfully applying for a grant. (for actual grant: look under The Hen Hoes). I was halfway looking forward to a rejection notice (reverse psychology) so I could focus on making a hammock, but noooo... just what the doctor ordered: more chickens. Luckily it is very close to easter because the chickens that I have are on steroids it seems. They lay so much that I had to order 250 egg cartons, and them things aint cheap *40 cents a piece*. I am afraid to open the coup, because, well, because HEEEEELPPPP! Maybe they just do it to piss me off and lay 3 eggs a day a piece. But anyway, I don't know what to do with the eggs right now, and this grant is for 150 more chickens.
I will officially start in the movable chicken coup research business. Ah, it will be great! So right now I do have a small trailer which functions as a prototype movable coup. It has a movable electric fence that encloses the coup and which you can easily move. However, the coup on wheels is not very movable, actually. I already had Karen's 4 wheel drive truck stuck, trying to move it. Then I got the tractor, got the truck out, and then tried to move the coup. Long story short, I went to the neighbor today and he helped me get my tractor out after it had been stuck in the mud for 4 days. The movable fence was great, I just put it around the coup and the tractor for a couple of days. The chickens loved sitting up high and shat the whole tractor under.
So that is what the grant will be good for too: make something that you can actually move in wet conditions. The electric fence works great: it keeps the chickens in, the dogs out and me nervous.
Oh, and why do I want chickens? Laying hens, a hundred of them, make about 20 pound of manure per day. The nitrogen content is between 1 and 1.8%. So how long do I need to have 100 chickens on a one tenth of an acre to increase the nitrogen content of the soil by 43.2%?
Really I learned this last year: good shit doesn't come cheap and it doesn't spread itself. But maybe chickens and a grant would.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .