Ya know Bay, that actually crossed my mind. I also thought about Ridgebackranches's new turkey post. I even mentioned it to DW. Probably not one of my better decisions. She was originally all for having chickens. She pictured 5 or 6 laying hens hanging out in the run, scratching and clucking away. Very Norman Rockwellish I think. I said, why don't we get a few meat birds and try those out too. That was OK by her.
So now I have 43 chickens and have spent about $500 in birds, feed, bedding, feeders, waterers, lamps, bulbs, and construction materials. Still, she's OK with that. She knows I can't do anything half way.
Well, I mentioned the turkeys, and how it would be nice to raise our own for Thanksgiving. The voices in her head said, Monty J, don't you dare! She calls me that sometimes, Monty J. She learned it from my sister and mother. They always call me that, and have for as long as I can remember. DW only uses it when she is less than pleased with my current behavior. I pretty much got the same response when I brought up the fact that the coop will be way to big for those hens after the CX are gone.
Good, she says, wall off the last four feet and put a door in the back wall. Then we will have somewhere to store the chicken stuff besides in the barn.
She's got me there. Smart woman she is. So, I think I'll stick with what I have for now. DW is a very good woman, but her patience with my activities only goes so far.
ChickieThe lamps are hung with steel wire. I'm not relying on the clamps they come with. If anything does go wrong, the coop is well away from any other buildings. Fire was one of my first concerns. I'm sorry to hear about your little chick. I had to climb into the brooders yesterday to insulate the ceiling. I shuffled my feet very slowly and had DW watch every move I made. Everyone came through without a scratch.
Marshall, I'm actually an electrician by trade. I've done a lot of framing though. I'm also a pretty good roofer, plumber and general handyman. My dear old Granny, rest her soul, used to say I was a jack of all trades. My little brother is the same way. It just comes naturally to us. He's a framing carpenter by trade.
Anyway, I went out to the coop this morning and found the chicks spread about their respective coops. No chicken piles under the lamps and the air was actually comfortable. I think the layers were having a contest to see who could touch the chicken wire lid on their brooder. Most actually can, I noticed.