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Haywireflooey in Chickland

Princess Puny chickI am grateful beyond measure for last year’s wonderful and easy first experience in raising spring chicks. Yes, I had a bit of a blip with Princess Puny last year, but she soon recovered and is now a hearty girl who gives us an egg quite often every day.  I had thought starting this year’s spring chicks would be equally as joyful and successful. Did I get a surprise!

This year’s effort at raising chicks has gone haywireflooey. I have lost one chick–she didn’t wander off, she died–and the two remaining chicks are sickly.

In short, I am staring failure dead in the face. My first response to this was to wail to my husband: “What did I do?” That was also my second and third response, and what I think I meant more than actually what did I do was, “Those stupid chicks, how dare they, and why is this so hard, poor me!”

Then I settled down and jerked myself up, so to speak. Self-pity and self-recrimination never helped anything. It does not change the fiasco, and my wailing was making my husband crazy.

The first decision was whether or not to keep the sick chicks, or get rid of them and start again with a fresh batch. I decided to keep the little sick chicks. They were, after all, stubbornly still alive. I decided to see what I could do with where we were, to learn what more I could about where I may have done wrong, and how to tend sick little chicks. I figure I’ll be strengthening compassion and patience, too (in me, not in them).

My husband’s response was: “They’ll either get better or die.”

Sick Chicks

They are just over 5 weeks old and tiny as can be. They spend a lot of time huddled together in the corner in the warm sunlight.

I’ve decided to chronicle this journey and hopefully keep notes in order to help me in the future. The idea struck for having a blog just for the purpose of keeping track of my chicken adventures (since they are mounting), so I have started Gluten-free Nana and her Girls. If you want to follow along on the chicken adventures, pop on over.

I am asking myself: “How do I get myself into these things? I mean, really!”

Our Gluten-Free Chicken Adventure at One Year

We come to the first year anniversary of our adventure in raising chickens and feeding gluten-free. The line from Monty Python’s Holy Grail movie springs to mind: “We’re not dead yet.”

Could they really have been so tiny? Oh, how I worried, would even get up in the night to check on them.

Could they really have been so tiny? Oh, how I worried, would even get up in the night to check on them.

Last year at this time we were preparing for our first ever chicks, and discovered with sizable dismay and discouragement that all commercial chicken feed contains wheat. I have celiac disease, an auto-immune condition that makes me sick if I get even micro amounts of gluten protein from wheat, barley, rye grains. I almost died of it. Those were hard years. Only by maintaining a strict gluten-free environment have I reached my current good health, which I do not take for granted. My husband and I looked at each other. Dark clouds grew over our heads, filled with pictures of wheat gluten on hands, beneath fingernails, tracked on shoes, billowing all over our yard and house. Ingesting even a speck of the feed could put me under. No, we could risk it. An alternative would have to be found.

All the so-called experts say, “get a good commercial feed,” and with the attitude that should you do anything else, you are asking for trouble, that your chickens will die, or be inferior, which to them is the same thing.

Thankfully there are people with years of experience at raising backyard and small farm flocks the old-fashioned way on grains and seeds, and who are generous enough to share their knowledge. I scoured the web and books and thought back to my great-Uncle Willy, a farmer who was, shall we say, thrifty, and raising chickens in the early part of the 1900s; I seriously doubted he used commercial feed, a fairly modern phenomenon that came on like gang-busters in the affluent and industrial time after WWII.  My uncle raised mainly corn and milo; I eat some corn and a whole lot of milo, in the form of sorghum flour. Works for me. I devised my own feed– you can find recipes and links here. [Edited: you can find gluten-free chick starter mash recipes here.]

 I have been making all my own feeds going on 10 years, with results more than satisfactory to me, but cannot pretend to be an expert in the field of poultry nutrition, and indeed consider every one of my formulations a snapshot of a moving target-that is, an ongoing experiment. ~Harvey Ussery

Our Elvira turned up unable to walk at 8 months. I considered killing her, didn't, soaked her feet, coddled her for weeks, in which she never stopped laying eggs, and today she walks stiffly but still rules the other girls, and lays daily.

Our Elvira turned up unable to walk at 8 months. I considered killing her, didn’t, soaked her feet, coddled her for weeks, in which she never stopped laying eggs, and today she walks stiffly but still rules the other girls, and lays daily.

Do I get as many eggs as those fed on commercial egg-laying ration? I have no way to tell. I just this week began to record the number of eggs I’m getting and from which girls. Thus far, from eight hens–2 each Ameraucana, Barred Rock, Buff Orpington, Rhode Island Red– I will get 4-7 eggs a day. My girls have a fair sized yard they roam, and each evening they are let out into our pecan orchard to forage beneath trees and in leaf piles for an hour. The shells on the girls’ eggs are so hard you have to really hit them to crack them. We have had no breaking of eggs, even when they are kicked from the nest, no pecking out each other’s feathers or any other annoying behaviors. I have not wormed them, either. I guess I’m firmly in the natural path of pumpkin and other squash seeds and garlic as natural wormers. So far all are fat and sassy.

As Mr. Ussery says above, I cannot pretend to be an expert, but my results are thus far satisfactory to me. I’m still learning, still experimenting, but the chicks and I are not dead yet, and in fact, we are walking in tall cotton, as they say down here in the South. Proud girls with tail feathers high.

Clipped Wings

My dear husband made a lovely fenced corral for the girls.

Our aim was to give our hens an ‘outdoor living’ space for the daytime. They are still securely penned up at night.

 Of course you know what happened. One of the red girls– I call her Lucy, after the famous red-head–quickly flew over the fence. In short order, one of the Golden Girls learned that she enjoyed joining her. It really wasn’t a big deal; neither hen went far, but the point being when we do get a garden going, we want to be able to control the hens. So it was wing clipping time.

We learned to clip their wings from the following excellent YouTube video.  I was as nervous as I had been to give my horses shots, but just as we did then, dear husband held the chicken while I did the deed.

So far we’ve only had to do the wings of those two wild girls. Now we’re all a lot happier. At least I am. I’m enjoying plenty of room to linger and watch the girls in the golden dawn. I find it good for my soul.

Blessings,<br>CurtissAnn

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