As the authorized spokeschicken for the Willapa Bay Heritage Farm (we’ll call it “WBHF” or “The Farm”, for short) and for all us chickens, welcome to our website and the Chicken Chronicles!
Well, I don’t mean to be a gossip, but I have sooo much to tell you! I am very proud to be your hostess for the first ever official installment of the Farmer Deb Chicken Chronicles where I will tell you about my six chicken homes….
As the authorized spokeschicken for the Willapa Bay Heritage Farm (we’ll call it “WBHF” or “The Farm”, for short) and for all us chickens, welcome to our website and the Chicken Chronicles!
Well, I don’t mean to be a gossip, but I have sooo much to tell you! I am very proud to be your hostess for the first ever official installment of the Farmer Deb Chicken Chronicles where I will tell you about my six chicken homes….
Oh, wait, how rude am I? I haven’t even told you my name yet….we live at the bayside, but my name is Lakeshore, short for Lakeshore Egger, my breed of chicken. I lay about 270 eggs a year, and mine are GREEN. Like that Dr. Seuss book, Green Eggs and Ham, there really are green eggs! (Well, green egg SHELLS.) Check out my mommy’s blog for the scientific explanation of how chicken eggshells are different colors. Now my job is to tell you about our chicken homes!
My first home was inside my mama chicken, and then she laid an egg outside of her, which had me inside, so that was my second home! And then I was warm and cozy in an incubator, so that was my third home, and then I hatched out of my shell, and then all of a sudden, something happened…
I got put in a cardboard box, and I was mailed by the Post Office to The Farm! (Yes, really!!) So my fourth home was a cardboard box in the US Postal Service from day one to day three of my life.
Then my human mommy, Farmer Deb, picked me up super early in the morning at the post office – the nice Post Office people called her at like 5:30 in the morning and said to her – “come pick up your chick-chicks, they want to meet their new mama!” So she came to pick up me and my sisters.
She took me home to The Farm, and then I had my fifth home, a big ole black plastic tub with a heat lamp to keep me warm, with nice pellets to keep me clean, and food, and water. Everything a baby chicken needs!
This was my home for the next 5 or 6 weeks, until my feathers grew out. It was in the summertime too, so it was warm outside in my sixth and last home, this deluxe Amish-built coop called the OverEZ Chicken Coop. That is where me and my sisters hang out at night, chillin’ on roost bars, and then in the day, we lay our eggs in the morning to early afternoon in special ‘nest boxes’ where we can be all private like.
But because we have dogs, coyotes, bears, bald eagles, weasels, snakes, and other predators who think our eggs (and gulp! even us!) are tasty or something to be played with and killed, we have to have protection. We have plenty of room inside our Chicken Safe.
Farmer Deb’s farm hands, Jeffrey and Alex, tunneled deep around our chicken safe and put lumber and gravel around the edge so animals can’t dig down to get us. The wire is really tough and strong, so they can’t bite through it. We get sunlight in part of the run, and then shade from the strong tarps to cover us from rain.
