The chickens have been easier than the ducklings, but there are still mysteries.
The first is that Mary Ann let us have this great feeder last year. It's easy to fill, easy to clean, keeps the chickens out of each others' faces, and keeps the water out of the food in even a semi-sheltered environment like the yard outside the coop.
Our favorite feeder.
The problem? We'd like to find more of these, but can't. I wondered if a carousel feeder might be the name for it, but that's something else apparently. If you know where to get more, please leave a comment!
And then there's King Rooster, who crowned himself the other day.
King Rooster.
Angelika originally called him the Gangster because he looked like he was wearing a mask. He and some of the chicks with white faces, who we called the "Uruk-Hai" after Tolkien, turned out to be the roosters. We had the Gangster in a rabbit with just black chickens who turned out to be hens. When I put all the chickens back into one run, the little Gangster ran around attacking all the Uruk-Hai, pulling their feathers and even jumping on them. They gave up pretty quickly, and he moved to the top of the pecking order despite being a smaller bird.
King Rooster, in a different view.
King Rooster again.
He's clearly not a Silver-Laced Wyandotte, but we're not sure what he is. Angelika looked through the breeds at McMurray Hatchery, where he came from, and thinks he might be a Modern Bb Red Game or a Bantam Bb Red Old English Game. Right now he's smaller than the Wyandottes, so bantam is possible, but we'd love to hear suggestions from anyone on what he might be.
(He won't be staying with this flock, so we can either find him a new home or eat him.)
On Tuesday, I got the annuals into the whiskey barrel planter. It's full of slugs, so I put in a slug trap, which I still have to fill with beer, of course.
Then the shipments kept arriving - two sets of trees for Angelika's orchard yesterday, another delivery from Miller yesterday, and then our St.Lawrence Nurseries order.
Angelika moved a rose and planted two dwarf cherry trees and a lot of daylilies, while I planted four blueberry bushes, two American Highbush cranberries, two Titania black currants, two mulberry trees, and some more daylilies. I still have to plant twenty lingonberry bushes, five horseradish plants, and twenty-five asparagus crowns.
Lots to do! More soon.
We still don't have plants in the ground. Given the frost I found on the ground yesterday, that might be a good thing.
What we have done is:
Installed a bat box - that only took two years!
Built a new chicken paddock behind the old one (with Josh's help), installed a gate, and mostly secured its edges with poultry wire. (Ran out of garden staples.)
Moved the chicks out of the rabbit cages to the new paddock. Gave them the heating plate, which they seem to love.
Moved the ducks out of their paddock and into a 20'x20' electroplastic netting fence in the back. We'll be moving the fence around regularly. (Darth has been reunited with the flock, and all seems well. Feather cannibalism is over.)
Bought annuals for the whiskey barrel out by the road, to be planted today.
Planted a lot of basket willows that Josh had coppiced.
Brought ancient rusted garden fence and tomato cages to metal recycling.
Angelika moved the second compost pile to the third spot, freeing the second spot for the pile in the first spot.
Josh also took down some trees in preparation for the duck pond work, so it looks pretty messy back there right now. There's an old collapsed shed I need to empty (barbed wire and other unpleasantness) as well.
It's probably fair to report here on some failed garden experiments, just for completeness, especially when they took a few hours of my morning.
Two years ago, we decided to try composting cat litter. Angelika has two cats, Rowena and Puschelwuschel. We switched their litter to SwheatScoop, which works pretty well.
Because cats are carnivores, their litter smells pretty awful to start with. They also carry a variety of diseases you don't want to get, so you should use the compost only where it won't come into contact with anything you're going to eat.
Unfortunately our composting efforts never really succeeded. The compost worked long enough to make us think it was a good idea, but results got worse over time. Aerating and adding straw and newspaper didn't make much difference. Then we took in two of Angelika's cousin's cats for a while, and that totally overwhelmed it.
The composter had to be fairly close to the house, which meant that eating on the deck was best at times with no wind at all. The prevailing winds definitely took the stench right to the deck.
This morning, I finally ended it, emptying a foul container into trash bags and taking them to the dump. Six hundred pounds of incredible nastiness, going to the one place where it might actually fit in. Then I cleaned up the area where it had been, which still has some lingering odor, and took apart the composter and cleaned it out too. Finally, I took a shower to get the stench off of myself. I threw out a pair of gloves, and probably need to throw out a pair of shoes.
We'll try again eventually, probably with vermiculture, in smaller quantities, but for right now we're just going to stop the experiment and focus on other less dreadful projects.
When we realized that we had eleven chickens instead of ten, we joked that all of our problems were the fault of that 11th duckling. As it turns out, we weren't entirely wrong.
After the ducklings had been outside a few days, I noticed that their feathers were coming in, and then disappearing. There were a lot of squawks out there as ducks had their feathers pulled. At first, it looked like nearly every duck had damage.
Damaged ducklings.
Looking through the duck books, it seemed I had the mysterious "feather cannibalism", which had kind of mysterious causes - diet? stress? close confinement? - and no clear cures except trimming bills, which I'm nowhere near capable of doing.
After a few days of observation and panic, though, it became clear that one duck had nearly all of his feathers. I also saw that same duck attacking lots of other ducks. This morning while I was setting out their water and food, I saw him attack five ducklings.
Over the weekend, I'd pulled that duck out to look at him.
Darth Duckling.
I know - never name the livestock. We'd planned to slaughter and eat ducks based on personality - mean ducks first. Unfortunately, he's only four weeks old, so small and covered with largely unpluckable feathers. That wasn't a great option, for now.
(He also fought and squawked, and it was really clear he wanted to be back with his friends/victims. He even escaped the cage as I was bringing him back and forced his way back in through the fence, but got his foot stuck. I freed him from that disaster.)
So, today I built a separate little cage in a corner of the main cage, using the same fencing plus chickenwire to make sure he can't escape into the main area. Darth has food, water, the heating block from the chickens' water, and no one but himself to blame.
Darth Duckling jailed.
So far, the results are promising. He can't bite at his fellow ducks, and he doesn't whine like he did when I took him far away. He would clearly prefer to be in the main cage, but he can't be. I've heard much less pained squawking from the ducks, though I wonder if another duck will rise up in Darth's place.
One thing that's funny - the other ducks come over to visit him. They never spent much time in that corner of the cage until today.
Darth Duckling holds court.
We'll see how it goes. I'm hoping that isolating the worst perpetrator will at least give the other ducks a chance to grow their feathers back and generally heal from their wounds. I don't think Darth was the only one doing it, and I'll be keeping an eye on the rest. I definitely don't want to have to build eleven little cages in there.
An hour a day in the garden has kind of turned into an hour a day with ducklings. Hopefully this will settle down soon.
Yes, this is pretty much why.
More soon on the ducks - who are an hour a day plus by themselves - plus some actual, you know, plants for the garden.
The ducklings, and the mess they create, keep growing. I'd moved them to a rabbit cage and put a plastic bin underneath, but lifting a 36"x30" bin holding five gallons of water and neatly depositing its foul contents into a bucket is extremely difficult. I gave up and bought a Shop-Vac for the exclusive purpose (for now) of being a "poop pump". I have to make sure that the air going out of the vac is pointed out of the house, or the basement and downstairs will smell terrible. (Once the ducks live safely outside, I'll rehabilitate it for nicer uses.)
On the bright side, the ducklings have gotten to spend more time outside while I'm cleaning. They're using the pen the chickens had last summer, and I'm planning to build them a box to stay warm in at night, since they haven't feathered out yet. The next week looks like it'll be plenty warm for them, and hopefully these temperatures will last. I don't think they love being in a 3' x 4' cage, either.
Ducklings heading outside.
Ducklings in the sun.
I've also posted a gallery of more, including photos too gross to put on the main page.
I'm still working on a small scale, but somehow having these ducklings - and the work it takes to get them grown from tiny to able to fend for themselves - makes me feel like we're moving past gardening to small-scale agriculture. (Very small.)
When I'm not helping with Sungiva, I'm trying to keep up with our chicks and ducklings.
I think I may have overreached in ordering the ducklings. I'd like to blame my problems on the week I lost to the flu and my lingering exhaustion, but mostly I don't think I had a clear idea of how much harder it is to brood ducklings than chickens. The main problem is simply water: ducklings use an incredible amount of it, and it ends up making a mess.
We've moved the brooder box downstairs twice, first from an emptyish but very nice room to a tighter room but one whose floors we didn't mind getting wet, and then down into the basement. We've had dropcloths underneath the brooder box the whole way along to protect the floor, and newpaper and cardboard to collect water and droppings, but Tuesday I finally concluded that that wasn't going to work.
I'd been planning on building another brooder box like the one I had made last year for the chickens, but that would have left me with the same mess problem. Instead, I borrowed one of the cages Angelika had built for rabbits, ran out to get a plastic pan to go under it, and moved the ducklings into the cage.
Sprocket guards the ducklings outside.
It was a nice day, so I was able to do most of this outside, fortunately. Our neighbor's daughter got to come over and meet the ducklings and the chicks, which was a nice bonus, and Sprocket chased the ducklings around and around in their cage.
Ducklings in the basement, by the open garage door.
The ducklings and the chicks are now in the basement. The ducklings had been able to do without a heat lamp upstairs, hiding in the cooler end of the brooder box, but they definitely like the light in the basement, cuddling together in front of it. The chicks are about the same as they were, still definitely fond of the heat lamp.
The challenge, of course, is emptying the plastic tray under the ducklings. Between the amount of stuff in the basement and some strange slopes in the concrete floor, I have to move the duckling cage - which gets heavier as the ducklings grow - and then lift the tray, pouring it into a five-gallon bucket which then goes to the compost bin.
Yuck. Today I'd let it fill too much, which made it just barely possible to put in the bucket and remove. It's a big tray - 36" x 30" - and it doesn't take much water to make it very heavy. And of course it's slimy.
We'll get through this, and fortunately the ducklings are too cute for me to get mad. However, I have to say that I strongly recommend:
Getting your ducklings as late as you can so they can spend as little time indoors as possible
Brooding your ducklings in a bathtub or someplace with a floor drain, so it's as washable as possible
Being prepared for a mess.
The chickens are much much easier, even now that we have 18 of them, as opposed to last year's six.
The ducklings I got were 'straight run', so I'm hoping that they'll form a happy reproducing flock, and I won't ever need to do this style of brooding again. For genetic variety, maybe I'll be able to buy an occasional Cayuga adult and add it to the flock.
(I did realize in moving the ducklings that McMurray Hatchery sent me 11, not 10. Bonus duck!)
Despite my spending last week in bed with the flu, the chicks and the ducks managed to focus their attention on growing.
Ducklings in a pile.
Chicks hanging out.
The two groups have mostly separated, though I think it's because the chicks still need the heat lamp while the ducklings are happier gathering in a warm group in the corner. The ducklings are growing faster than the chicks, but they also arrived larger.
In the same room, tomatoes, peppers, celeriac, onions, shallots, and broccoli are all getting started under the growlight.
Sounds racy, doesn't it?
Even though this is New York State, in spring 2008, it's not, really.
Chicks and ducklings under the heat lamps
I was supposed to have a nice box for the arriving chickens built Sunday, in a room I'd just finished flooring. Instead, I got wildly sick and I've had a hard time staying out of bed, never mind doing construction. That means our newly arrived chicks and ducklings are sharing last year's quarters. Hopefully I can get the new one built this weekend, and the ducklings and chicks will have enough room for considerable future growth.
Of course, the chickens and ducks had to arrive when I was barely able to get out of bed to go find them at the Post Office, though both the postal employees and McMurray Hatchery were very helpful.
The chicks arrived Monday - 19 Silver-Laced Wyandottes Angelika will be taking to the orchard, plus 6 Buff Orpingtons we ordered for Mary Ann Sumner. (She picked them up today, so there's already more room in the box.) Twenty-five chicks in the box I'd built for six worried me, but they seemed perfectly happy about it at this stage in their development.
The ducklings, Cayugas, arrived this morning. The Post Office actually called at 4:23am, but I didn't hear the call. I'm very impressed that they'll do that, though! It was nice picking them up. Other customers seemed to brighten as I walked out with a peeping box of happy noises. I gave the ducklings water to drink before putting them in the brooder box, but of course, they had other ideas about what to do with it.
Duckling in a custard cup.
I'm reminding myself sternly that at some point in the not too distant future I'll be eating some of these fluffy creatures, as I think I really only have room for six. Eventually I'm going to have to get used to that even with the laying hens, but for now it's quite amazing just to watch the ducklings. Fortunately, they seem to get along with the chicks perfectly well. When I've separated the chicks, I'll look into giving the ducklings a little swimming pool with ramps in and out.
For more happy pictures, see the gallery of this year's chicks and ducklings.
