Thursday, June 21, 2007
Today my husband drove down the dirt road to our house grinning ear to ear beaming with excitement. If you knew my husband, you would know that he is a simple man and it doesn't take much to get him going.
He was giddy because he a truck full of chickens! And not just any chickens- laying hens.
One month prior to getting these hens, he worked non-stop in the barn building a chicken coop- with his bare hands......out of wood.........from scratch. I was expecting for the finished product to be a cutsy country little shed with shutters on the side of the windows and hangy baskets for plants below the windows with a precious little weathervane smack dab in the middle of the roof and painted sage green with white trim.
Jason likes to say that I often live in 'Lynsey Land' and in 'Lynsey Land' everything is precious and cute and easy. I have these images sketched in my head of what everything must and should look like. Who needs funtionality when you have hangy baskets and shutters? This is when Jason steps in the picture to paint over my far-fetched sketch and bring me back to reality.
The Coop in all its glory
Instead I got the one and only first ever 'Kramer Koop' (patent pending;). People will be lining up at his door waiting to get their very own coop. Jason went to great lengths to design this masterpiece to be the best chicken coop that ever existed. He thought about everything one could possibly imagine when thinking about the lives of chickens living out their days.
The Chicken Pen
'What is the reason for the beach house type elevation,' you ask?.........Keeps predators out. (Very smart but, it still resembles a Chicken beach house doesn't it????)
'Why is that thing on skis', you ask?.........To be moved around by the tractor so that the poop can fertilize the grass.
'How is the poop even going to touch the grass', you ask?..........Because it has a chicken wire bottom, not wood. This is also a nice touch to keep things sanitary and from touching our eggs before they get to our cast iron skillets.
'What in the world are those blue bunkers', you ask?...........They are big blue barrels cute in half so that these cute little hens will have shade and also a place to duck and cover should they be under attack by hawks or a nuclear missle or a man on a hang glider. (He is a considerate animal caretaker.)
And the list goes on and on. You see, these are the very same questions I had while my husband was creating this egg factory. But, every time I had a question Jason had the BEST answer! His brain blows me away sometimes. Seriously folks, you should see the blueprints for this thing. I'm dead serious about the blueprints......we really have some.
There is a rhyme and a reason for everything. And the best part about this whole new adventure is that we get to enjoy fresh eggs daily. We have eggs of all sizes and colors. They are delicious and good for you.
Our Rooster 'Mac Daddy'
Here are some reasons why eating free-range chickens over commercial-based laying hens are more beneficial and healthy for you.
- Free of hormones, antibiotics, and other drugs
- Natural diet that consists of new grasses, insects, grass seed, worms & grubs with lots of excercise VS. genetically modified grain and soy (and scary by-product feed stuff) with chickens that have never seen grass or consumed their natural diet
- High in nutritional value, Omega 3 in particular, because of a natural grass diet and stress-free environment
-Eggs that are farm raised are fresh and within days old when consumed. Commercial eggs are approximately 6-8 months old when purchased in a store because the vendors have to stock pile for holidays such as Easter, Christmas, & Thanksgiving.
We have our first three eggs sitting in the fridge waiting on us to be our breakfast in the morning. I'm going to be the good wife and graciously give them all to Jason to sit and indulge since there is only three of them. The birds have been here for 3 hours and already making themselves useful. Jason is now beaming from ear to ear every time he walks by the refrigerator because the fruits of his labor are waiting for him to enjoy. He is a precious man......a simple and precious man.