Our Chickens

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As I am going through pictures of summer events I think we’ll just start where we left off.  Back in May (I know, I know) we were getting our chicken pen ready with coop and fencing.  We found a design online we liked and set to work.

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Ezekiel was not at all sure about Greg’s ear protection

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We had to make some adjustments since we had more chickens then the coop design was originally for.  So, we made two and put them together.  Here is the front of the finished coop.  The goal thing at the top is to keep them from jumping on top of the coop and pooping all over it.

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This is the back.  We can access this to fill food and water without having to get into the pen.  Makes it nice with the electric fencing (more on that)

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The top part is the nesting area.  Also accessible from outside the pen to collect eggs.

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They’re growing up!  I love the look of these chickens.  They are Ameraucanas and are suppose to lay
pastel colored eggs.  So we will see when they get to laying.

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We used electric poultry fencing for the rest of the fencing.  There is a dog that lives at the end of our road that likes to come and visit.  He is big and sweet and we love having him around but apparently he loves chickens.  Loves shaking chickens.  By their heads.  So this fencing is as much to keep him (and other animals that may like a chicken dinner) out as it is to keep the chickens in.  Although they can be stubborn little creatures.  There are always technical difficulties that have to be worked out when dealing with electric fencing.  These difficulties make it all the more rewarding when it is working and the animal that was just teasing you hopping back and forth through the fence gets zapped trying to rub it in.  You have to laugh out loud when this happens.  You find yourself daring them to touch it again.

I have a confession to make.  I love electric fencing.  I mean I really love it.  It probably all stems from the time I lived with my sister and brother-in-law.  My sister loves electric fencing too.  She gets it.  One of my fondest memories with regard to fencing is when one of the horses had to be confined to their stall because of a leg injury.  He started tearing up and eating the stall walls.  We tried to get him to stop using other methods but then just lined the whole thing with fencing.  He kept pushing his neck (the tender part under his chin) against the wire while we were working on it.  We tried to warn him.  Then, with great satisfaction we plugged her in, stood back and watched.  You have to stay to see the fruits of your labor.  It’s very rewarding.  It didn’t take long for him to put his neck back on the wire.  Is it wrong that we got so much joy from seeing him get zapped?  I don’t think so.  And he never touched it again.  A thing of beauty.

For any out there that may think this is cruel and unusual punishment for an animal.  I have myself been shocked (by accident of course) by different forms of electric fencing.  Greg recently experienced the power of the poultry fencing.  So, we know what they experience.  We love electric fencing :O)

~ Merriann

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  1. Electric fencing can also be a girls best friend when there is not a man around to do the heavy work of putting up a hefty fence. 🙂 Yea, for electric fencing! I FINALLY have gotten the fence to work on the 4 most stubborn, thick skinned goats I have ever met…I thought I would never get it to work in dust bowl Texas but I finally did. Be VERy thankful for all the wet in WA, it make grounding your fence sooo much easier but I still love electric fencing.

    THE SIS

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