C. Everett Coop
To honor (sort of) the former Surgeon General of the United States and fellow anti-smoking advocate, I have officially assigned his name my new construction project. Dr. Koop is very talented and well-spoken pediatric surgeon and has probably never had a real coop named after him. The "C" in this case stands for chicken. I have called my new chicken coop C. Everett Coop. I was going to call it Chicken Ranch II, but I think there is a Nevada brothel by that name.
On my recent days off, I decided to construct a chicken coop and covered enclosure. Not only will I be able to get fresh eggs (eventually), I will have a ready source of manure for my floundering organic garden that was recently destroyed by an unseasonable hail storm. I also read a recent article in Newsweek or Time (I can't remember since I get both) about feeding chickens flax seed so they will lay eggs that are high in Omega 3 fatty acids! I am going to get some super-eggs.
My research indicates that a four chickens will lay about 20 eggs a week. Since it is just my wife and I, I decided that I needed fourteen chickens, to allow for some attrition. Doing the math, that would mean that I would get about 70 eggs a week; close to six dozen. This will be enough to supply the neighbors and feed our adult kids and grandkids.
We live on about three acres so finding a place for the coop away from the house was quite easy. It would be nice to have real free-range chickens, but their life expectancy would be relative short since we have an abundance of hawks, who love free-range chickens. We also have a wide variety of other chicken-eaters, like coyotes, raccoons, possums, bobcats, and one mangy-looking cougar that visited the neighborhood a few years ago. I am sure the coop will be attracting them. My pregnant Sheltie was very interested, too. She spent a great deal of time yesterday herding them around the chicken yard.
My first job in coop construction was to make the entire enclosure predator-proof. It is four feet off of the ground, well-ventilated, and built better than my house. It even has a Plexiglas skylight. The enclosure is made with welded aviary wire, buried deep on the bottom to discourage the diggers, and completely covered over the top for those circling birds of prey. I figure that I spent about $400 on construction costs; the equivalent of 200 or so dozen eggs.
On Father's Day, there was a Chicken Sale at the local feed supply – buy five chickens at 33% off and get the sixth chicken free. I spent about $25 on the chickens. You can't beat that deal. I bought 14 young chickens of four different types, all purported to be good egg-layers. It is going to be several months and a few hundred pounds of chicken feed before I see any eggs, but they have been doing quite well on the manure part.
As a child in rural Pennsylvania, my grandmother always had chickens. I would love to gather the eggs. In high school, I worked the summer and weekends at a game farm, raising bobwhite quail (about 10,000 of them!) and ring-necked pheasants. In the winter hunting season, it was my job to "salt" the corn fields of a paid hunting reserve so hunters could (attempt to) shoot them. I would dump about 24 quail in a heap and they would just sit there until the hunting dogs made them fly. As cruel as it sounds, most of the hunters were such bad shots that only about a thousand of them were killed by the end of the season. I know; I was the one that had to clean them. The rest of the quail and pheasants just flew away and apparently lived a long and happy life.
We had a quail hen house, so it was my job to collect these tiny eggs. We put them in a cool environment until I had a few hundred. I would then put them in the incubators and count the days. About half-way through the gestational period, I would candle the eggs to see if they had a chick or not. It didn't take long for hundreds of these little birds to be swarming around. From egg to mature bird only took a few months.
I am just assuming the most of my chickens are girls. You really can't tell when they are still young. I don't really plan on having a rooster in my hen house, so I am not going to have to deal with baby chicks. If I do get a rooster out of that group of chicks, at least he will be far enough away from the house that he will not wake me up early.
Because they are only about a month or so old, I have been keeping them inside the coop, but now that the weather is a blistering 102°, I have allowed them out in their covered enclosure. At first, they were reluctant to walk down their ramp, but now, they love it. I gave them some lettuce from the garden (it was too bitter to eat anyway) and they had a picnic. I watered down their shavings today to help cool the area. Chickens do not regulate body heat very well, so they are sensitive to both cold and heat, but particularly heat. The chickens will be used as layers. I certainly don't want them roasting just yet.
On my recent days off, I decided to construct a chicken coop and covered enclosure. Not only will I be able to get fresh eggs (eventually), I will have a ready source of manure for my floundering organic garden that was recently destroyed by an unseasonable hail storm. I also read a recent article in Newsweek or Time (I can't remember since I get both) about feeding chickens flax seed so they will lay eggs that are high in Omega 3 fatty acids! I am going to get some super-eggs.
My research indicates that a four chickens will lay about 20 eggs a week. Since it is just my wife and I, I decided that I needed fourteen chickens, to allow for some attrition. Doing the math, that would mean that I would get about 70 eggs a week; close to six dozen. This will be enough to supply the neighbors and feed our adult kids and grandkids.
We live on about three acres so finding a place for the coop away from the house was quite easy. It would be nice to have real free-range chickens, but their life expectancy would be relative short since we have an abundance of hawks, who love free-range chickens. We also have a wide variety of other chicken-eaters, like coyotes, raccoons, possums, bobcats, and one mangy-looking cougar that visited the neighborhood a few years ago. I am sure the coop will be attracting them. My pregnant Sheltie was very interested, too. She spent a great deal of time yesterday herding them around the chicken yard.
My first job in coop construction was to make the entire enclosure predator-proof. It is four feet off of the ground, well-ventilated, and built better than my house. It even has a Plexiglas skylight. The enclosure is made with welded aviary wire, buried deep on the bottom to discourage the diggers, and completely covered over the top for those circling birds of prey. I figure that I spent about $400 on construction costs; the equivalent of 200 or so dozen eggs.
On Father's Day, there was a Chicken Sale at the local feed supply – buy five chickens at 33% off and get the sixth chicken free. I spent about $25 on the chickens. You can't beat that deal. I bought 14 young chickens of four different types, all purported to be good egg-layers. It is going to be several months and a few hundred pounds of chicken feed before I see any eggs, but they have been doing quite well on the manure part.
As a child in rural Pennsylvania, my grandmother always had chickens. I would love to gather the eggs. In high school, I worked the summer and weekends at a game farm, raising bobwhite quail (about 10,000 of them!) and ring-necked pheasants. In the winter hunting season, it was my job to "salt" the corn fields of a paid hunting reserve so hunters could (attempt to) shoot them. I would dump about 24 quail in a heap and they would just sit there until the hunting dogs made them fly. As cruel as it sounds, most of the hunters were such bad shots that only about a thousand of them were killed by the end of the season. I know; I was the one that had to clean them. The rest of the quail and pheasants just flew away and apparently lived a long and happy life.
We had a quail hen house, so it was my job to collect these tiny eggs. We put them in a cool environment until I had a few hundred. I would then put them in the incubators and count the days. About half-way through the gestational period, I would candle the eggs to see if they had a chick or not. It didn't take long for hundreds of these little birds to be swarming around. From egg to mature bird only took a few months.
I am just assuming the most of my chickens are girls. You really can't tell when they are still young. I don't really plan on having a rooster in my hen house, so I am not going to have to deal with baby chicks. If I do get a rooster out of that group of chicks, at least he will be far enough away from the house that he will not wake me up early.
Because they are only about a month or so old, I have been keeping them inside the coop, but now that the weather is a blistering 102°, I have allowed them out in their covered enclosure. At first, they were reluctant to walk down their ramp, but now, they love it. I gave them some lettuce from the garden (it was too bitter to eat anyway) and they had a picnic. I watered down their shavings today to help cool the area. Chickens do not regulate body heat very well, so they are sensitive to both cold and heat, but particularly heat. The chickens will be used as layers. I certainly don't want them roasting just yet.


