Comments on: Chickens in O-Town

By: Beth

Beth — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:59:11 +0000

Yolanda – Life just keeps getting in the way.

V – Oh we’ll eat those eggs up. Never you fear! The eggs won’t even be fertilized, so there’s no moral dilemma if we’re eating baby chicks. (I won’t go too far into how we would eat them in that case anyway, but this way we don’t even have to think about it.)

By: V.Escalante

V.Escalante — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:52:34 +0000

I cannot begin to tell you how happy you have made me and my Friday afternoon. When they start laying eggs (and this might be a stupid question but), do you guys plan to feast up with some scrambled eggs? Or does that mere question offend?? (Which, if it does offend – you know I don’t mean to!!) But i’m really curious about this… what with the loving of the hens going on and all.

By: Yolanda

Yolanda — Tue, 25 Aug 2009 17:30:58 +0000

Where have you been!!?? You’ve always been one of my favorite blogs. So glad to see you are still around.

Nice Coop!

By: Beth

Beth — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 16:09:15 +0000

Gene – Thanks! We were especially psyched that we got most of the wood from Urban Ore. Love that place.

hello haha narf – The pygmy goats are so freaking cute. I read a blog with them and end up almost making awwwwwwww’s at the computer.

Amerloc – The changing of the locations does make it a little hard to have livestock. Best to stick with dogs.

Kristy – Yay!

SD – I don’t know why we can’t all share. I’m positive you could teach the chickens to type.

Artemis – The coop design calls for hardware cloth (fancy chicken wire) to be dug a foot into the ground to discourage predators that dig (dog and raccoons). Our dog has been VERY interested in the chickens and does enjoy running around the run in order to get them all to go to one end or the other, but then she gets bored after awhile. When I had everyone out in the yard one day, she did retrieve Doralee and bring her to me, something Doralee did not care for, but luckily our dog has a soft mouth. Needless to say, I haven’t had them all out in the yard since.

Mom – September 11 sounds great! And your poor, poor garden.

By: Mom Greivel

Mom Greivel — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 18:52:13 +0000

I am SO PROUD. Yes of the chickens and the egg-laying green stuff, but also of
the COOP/RUN. You are amazing. And to think it all began when you had to
(sniff) build your own doll house. Wasn’t that the beginning? Anyway, I think
I’ll come out to see the whole thing – how does September 11th look to you?

PS I totally understand the need for another bed to garden. Thankfully I’ve
run out of space, unless we dig up part of the driveway. After the hail
mayhem my enthusiasm has been waaaaaaaaaay down.

By: artemis

artemis — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 17:31:14 +0000

Nice! This is on our to-do list for this winter, so I’m curious to see how it goes.

Also—how has your dog done with the hens? We have a lab mix and he and the raccoons are probably my biggest worries—I’m not sure our mutt will distinguish between chasing wild birds and chasing resident birds! Did you do anything special for your coop beyond switching the door direction to discourage too much canine investigating?

By: SD

SD — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 03:05:52 +0000

I applied for a totally online job this week. If by chance I get it, I’ll totally double or triple Meredith’s offer on the suite office, I mean sweet chicken coop.

By: kristy

kristy — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 21:40:19 +0000

Yay! Chickens!

By: Amerloc

Amerloc — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 21:17:37 +0000

Well done.

If we weren’t here six months, there six months, I’d be tempted.

By: hello haha narf

hello haha narf — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 20:55:38 +0000

so exciting! the fact that you built it AND that you have chickens living with you. way cool.

i want a pygmy goat so i don’t have to cut the grass, but i think my dogs would hurt the little guy. and i don’t think the city of pittsburgh would be all happy with me having a goat around.

sorry about the rambling there. anyhow, i’m happy the hens are doing well. give them a little scratch behind the ear from me.