Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts

Monday, September 24, 2012

DIY feeder from gallon milk jug

The girl's feeder had gone wet and moldy after the storm so I made them a new one. It cost me all of nothing and took 2 minutes. I cut holes in the sides of a gallon milk jug and suspended it from the roof of the run at about the level of the hen's backs. The top of the jug keeps the rain off, and rodents can't get in. Not too much gets spilled; but then they like scratching up the grain from the ground anyway.



I don't have any pictures of them eating from the new feeder because they were taking the opportunity for a bit of a graze. Katie was sticking close to Shirley, who was unperturbable as usual. Josie was even shyer. They are moulting and there are feathers all over the place in the garden.

This is how they really like to eat.
Fairly typical behaviour: (L-R) Josie and Katie looking wary, Shirley noshing.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Hen Hutch

Chickens face all manner of adversity in Narburbia. To predators they resemble nothing so much as a defenceless and slow-moving meatball. And escapees risk summary execution. I needed a cage that was easy to build, light enough to be moved around the lawn, and that provided a sheltered roost and nest box.

After a brief survey of possible designs I settled on a 4' x 4' x 10' frame of 1/2" EMT secured by bolted cornerpieces. I used copious black zip ties to attach panels of 2" x 4" weldmesh fencing. The roost consisted of a length of 2" x 3" sheltered inside a recycled plastic barrel. A tarpaulin completed the defences against the elements and provided a measure of camouflage.



With the help of a local breeder I populated the coop with a varied trio of pasture raised birds. The girls and I are very fond of our cuddly and docile hen Shirley. Let's hope she gets through her moult soon and gets back on the lay. Her companion pullets are beautiful and growing up fast. Already their peeping is more cluck-like and their faces are becoming red.



I'm afraid the tractor doesn't afford them anything like the space they are used to: I might have to think about putting up an electric fence to give them a bigger pen.