The Truth About Chickens

It's not pretty, but it's chook proof

So Ginger, McNulty and Lemmy have been resident at Helston Heights for five weeks. And what a five weeks it's been. Before I got chickens, people told me:

- chooks love to eat wandering willie and will devour it

- the eggs are amazing

- chook poo is great for the compost

- that having a chicken tractor would mean we could move the coop around the section where the chooks could scratch up the ground and work over the garden beds.

Sounded ideal - we have an overwhelming swathe of wandering willie and I wanted to get the rid it without resorting to Roundup. So we got chooks. We love the supply of eggs, their gentle clucks in the morning. I love watching them on a sunny Sunday afternoon walking as a group around the backyard, pecking at the grass, dust bathing in the sun. And I'm a gardener, so I think chook poo is gold. However, there have been many moments in the last five weeks where I've fallen deeply, deeply out of love with the chickens.

First of all, let me dispel some myths about chooks:

- yes, they love wandering willie leaves. But they'll ignore the stems. Which, if you are trying to get rid of wandering willie, is the most important bit to eradicate.

- they will dig over sections of the garden, but only bits they like. Unless you erect Fort Knox over your garden beds, say goodbye to your lettuces, but not your weeds.

Twice now, we've rigged up fences that we thought were impenetrable only to have the chickens perfect the science of teleportation and appear outside their run. They have:

- dug up my garlic bed (I managed to get there in time, I bet the neighbours thought me running across the yard yelling at Ginger was hilarious)

- pecked apart a blueberry bush

- eaten my lettuce crop

- dug up the tomatoes I coddled and planted out last weekend (I was able to save them, I think)

So if you are thinking about getting chooks and have a vege or fruit garden, don't even think about having them free range. Building a run should be the first thing you do for them. And don't expect chickens to be a magic bullet in the garden.

Lucky for the girls they're laying like chickens possessed.

Goodbye wandering willie

When we bought this house, we inherited a lot of weeds. We've dealt with the agapanthus, and now it's the turn of wandering willie to make an exit. Wandering willie is an evil weed. You can pull it out, but its vines are like a string of lego pieces stuck together that come apart when you pull it, leaving the roots in the ground. It's also a creeper that grows new roots along the length of its vine that grow into the ground wherever it touches soil. It grows in huge swathes that smother the ground, stopping native and wanted plants from growing and germinating. The only way to really get rid of it is to poison the bejeepers out of it, or get chickens.
So on Saturday morning, Ange came over and pulled out as much of the green vines as she could, leaving dirt and roots and bits behind. I forgot to take a 'before' picture. But this is after she'd got in there and dredged up all the vines.
Then we took that to the dump and let the chooks in to start their work. They love digging and scraping through the dirt, so for a month or so, this will be their new turf, or lack of it. Hopefully, they will leave it root free, manured, friable and ready for the kawakawa, ponga and panuka I'm growing to plant in there.

Introducing les poulets jolies

We have chickens! These are their first eggs, which took about an hour of scratching and a whole lot of clucking

Made by the girls: Lemmy

Ginger

and McNulty