The portable building arrived recently for conversion to incubation and hatchery rooms. We were going to retro-fit the old shearing shed, but decided this was a better way to go. Like the terminology used in processing, we will have a “clean side” that will house the incubators and a “dirty side” for the hatching, with no air flow back into the incubation room. This better control of air flow, humidity and temperature should equate to better hatch results for everyone.
The building is only six years old and like brand new, a bargain buy for us, but sad for the company that went bust. If it had been any bigger we might have moved in, and put the chooks in our old farmhouse. We’ll show you more photos of its transformation soon, and all going to plan, we’ll be back supplying chicks.
Speaking of the old farmhouse, apparently I have a “Butler’s Pantry” – but I still can’t find the butler.
Here’s the bold fox that killed 5 of our chooks within metres of our house. He came right into our house yard one night and was not at all deterred by our ferocious watchdog “Billy”. He was however rather deterred by Michael’s shotgun – at 5 metres!
The shutter and winching system on the pedigree pent house. They can be closed for extra warmth in winter and lots of weather control in the summer. Me thinks my husband pretty clever!
A vital part of this poultry breeding programme – our spare sires. They have a large range area and a shelter with two levels to assist social behaviour.
Ruby has joined us at “Kildare”, and as we weaned her large male calf in the process, we took the opportunity to start milking. Michael and I grew up on fresh cow’s milk, but it’s not easy to commit to milking. I once use to think it was hard to justify, compared to the cost of buying milk, but it’s interesting how perspectives can change. As our family grows, we now have older children to teach the skill and as a team we can achieve a lot more. The quality of the milk certainly matches the effort.
This just isn’t our season for going away for a holiday, but taking a warm winter afternoon to get a load of firewood together feels like a little dash of one for us.