It has been four months since I took leave of my senses and impulsively bought three chicks at the feed store and decided to raise my own chickens for eggs. We later added a fourth chick.
On a scale of 1-10 I’d say I rank at about an 8 in terms of happiness with this endeavor.
-Chickens are smarter than you think but they’re still pretty silly.
-They poop a LOT but if you have a dog that problem is solved conveniently yet disturbingly.
-Flies like chicken poo.
-Fly-trap bottles hung from a tree seem to attract more flies than they kill – the bottle also smells of reeking death! (We got rid of ours after about 2 weeks)
-Natural fly predators eventually take over and the fly problem becomes minimal at worst.
-In a hot climate (which ours is NOT) the smell from the poo would probably become bothersome in a small suburban yard.
-Four chickens is too many for our yard. I should have stuck with three. But I love them all now – so we must wait for nature to take it course.
-They have no manners when it comes to tromping around in the pretty planters and pots of flowers on the deck. NO MANNERS AT ALL.
-Given too much time on their own, outside the run, they will dig incredibly large holes in shockingly short periods of time. Most of our holes are at the base of large roses or the seven year old clematis. *sigh*
-They will not hesitate to walk around on the outdoor furniture and poop on it while they’re there.
-Sleeping in is no longer possible. The chickens must be let out of their coop and given fresh food and water every morning. (This has been good for me)
I’m not telling you these things to discourage you. I think it’s wise to know what you’re getting into.
How about some more photos?
Our kitty is strictly indoor but likes to wander into the yard occasionally. This was his first trip out there since the chickens joined us.
Overall – having chickens is quite enjoyable.