by Umber » Fri 12 Dec 2008, 10:57:50
Hi, Vt...
A foot should do nicely, thank you! Just send it right on down in whatever fashion seems best. I sure do miss being out for a day on snowshoes.
For feather dusters we have Wyandottes; Cochins (like big feathered footballs); a banty or two; a barred rock; a few Polish (for their fun personalities); and several mixed breed hens and roosters. Not only do they provide eggs (the Cochins and Wyandottes are just now old enough to begin laying) and meat, but they’re wonderful personal counselors. After only a few minutes of conversation with the cluckers, I begin to feel more aware, more at peace. I even begin to feel more intelligent! Half hour in the hen yard will have me thinking I’m so blasted smart that I know more about Peak Oil than all the chickens combined! In fact, I begin to feel positively swollen with my own brilliance! That silliness doesn’t last long, though. It only takes one look from either of our cats to bring me back to reality.
The predatory dogs have been a real problem. Maggie (my wife and best friend) and I live about 20 minutes from the outskirts of a large population center. People who no longer want their dogs tend to drive out to “the country” and drop them off with the idea that the dogs will magically find a good home. That’s not the way life works, of course. The dogs end up after awhile as mangy and very hungry predators, singly or in packs.
Before I met her, Maggie had lost a goat and literally dozens of chickens to the dogs. She had let the chickens free range and most of them were pretty easy targets for predators. But even after fencing in a new hen yard (fencing is 6 feet high) the chickens were still being killed. Dogs were either jumping or climbing over the fencing (the type of fence that has rectangular openings 2 X 4 inches, or thereabouts). I never did determine if the dogs were jumping or climbing, but I’ve caught 3 inside the fence. They didn’t dig under the wire. When I put up the fencing I added regular chicken wire over the lower part of the heavier wire fencing and turned the bottom of the wire outward to keep animals from digging under.
Anyway, I blasted the dogs inside the yard… two at once one time, a single dog another. I’ve tried discouraging the dogs with a pellet gun, but that just does not work. After a call to the local cops to make sure shooting animals that our messing with our cluckers wouldn‘t land me in the slammer, I’ve thinned the predator population considerably.
Ticks me off more than a little to have to shoot anything that I’m not going to eat, but that’s the way life is sometimes. I do know that when the choice is to shoot a predator or to have Maggie’s chickens killed willy-nilly, I open fire.
Anyway, fencing in the entire back yard will give the cluckers plenty of "range time" and as safe a place for them as I can provide.
Do you raise any chickens, Vt?
Umber