I don’t update my blog that often, therefore it’s not that good, I know.

I think I may have run out of things to say about chickens these days.  I don’t think there is really anyone that checks up on my blog that often to “see what the ol’ Nickster is up to these days,” but if there is, I apologize.

So, I offer you this option:

If you have questions about chickens, please ask away.  I need some new talking points.  If your’e a horse lover and offended about my blog post a while ago, you just have to deal with it.

so please be patient, I’m sure something will come up soon enough for me to write about.

In the mean time did you know this?

Female chickens are among the most promiscuous members of the animal kingdom, with wild and domestic fowl alike tending to mate with way more males than necessary to fertilize their eggs.

But just because they get around doesn’t mean these hens aren’t selective about who they choose to reproduce with. In fact, recent research shows that female chickens actually practice a pretty reliable method of birth control — but how they do it is as bizarre as it is graphic.

Chickens have long been known to, at times, eject sperm after doing the deed. What wasn’t well established was the underlying reason for what’s technically known as “seminal evacuation.” But in a recently published paper, a team led by Oxford researcher Rebecca Dean explains that this behavior is, in fact, far from random, and that the tendency for females to jettison sperm is actually a finely tuned mechanism of postcopulatory sexual selection.

The researchers were looking at two specific behaviors in the chickens they studied. The first was the probability that a male chicken’s ejaculate would be ejected, or “risk.” The second was the proportion of semen ejected, or “intensity.”

You’ve heard of a “pecking order,” right? Well, the term first came about when people observed the tendency for a social hierarchy to arise within a group of chickens. By comparing the risk and intensity of contraceptive behavior exhibited by female chickens to the relative levels of social status of the roosters with whom they mated, the researchers found that females were not only more likely to reject the sperm of socially subordinate males, but that they were actually wont to do so with greater intensity.

According to Dean, “these results show that promiscuous females can actively bias sperm utilization to exert a strong and predictable influence on the struggle for fertilization.” And in doing so, they manage to “retain control of paternity even in species such as fowl where males can force mating.”

In other words, even if a female chicken is unable to withstand a rooster’s sexual advances, the sperm of a socially subordinate rooster is significantly more likely to get rejected. Rejected hard.

Investors wanted

The ultimate in chicken coop designs

I’m serious about this one, folks.  Let’s do this.  30,000 chickens ain’t no thang.

Horse Lovers, beware

How do you like it, mr. horse man.

Now, horse lovers of all kinds will be up in arms when they see me snacking on Friesian steak.  They will know what it’s like to be me when I see someone eating chicken.

“turd falling”

With this website I can see how people have come across my blog by seeing what they searched for in google.  There have been some pretty interesting inquiries, but I think “turd falling” takes the cake.  It doesn’t really surprise me that I have a blog that can be reached by someone typing those words, although I can’t help but wonder why someone would search for that in google.  If I write a memoir about my personal experience farming “Turd Falling” is definetly a top candidate for a title.

I apologize for not keeping up with my blog.  My wife tells me that I need to either update it more often- at least weekly- or get rid of it.  I’m sure she’s right.  Nobody likes old boring blogs.  I thought that I would take this time and give my faithful readers some unsolicited advice.  If I knew then, what I know now…..

 

3 Bits of Advice for Aspiring Farmers

1.  Avoid having business partners at all costs.

Take it from me, most of the stuff you that you need to do can be done with just yourself, or some help. “Help” does not mean an official, legitimate business partner.  It means asking some friends to come over  have a work party.  Get em a little drunk and build a chicken coop.  Be careful using power tools.  Also, the less opinions, the better.  Start the business slowly and if it can support you financially, then add a partner.  Only hipsters and rich kids (or both as one) believe that it’s as easy as just having a few acres with some animals and vegetables to start a farm.

2.  Start a business, not just a farm.

It’s great if people want to farm, but be realistic.  This is gonna be your livelihood.  Not just a hobby, but a way to pay your bills.  Take it seriously and stick to your guns.  If you have ever tried to talk down the price of an item at the farmer’s market, or at least complained about how expensive something is, you are not suited to be a farmer.  I’m afraid the shocking realities of non-industrial farming may be too much for you to handle.  Be realistic about how much you think you will profit off of your hard work.  Most likely, it will be much lower than you expect.  So, start out with a strong, thoughtful, educated business plan.  Farming is a business and should be treated like one.

3.  You gotta have some balls to deal with some of this stuff.

I don’t mean you literally have to be a man, but you need to be able to handle the bad just as well as good.  When it comes time to slaughter a pig, don’t run away and let someone else deal with it.  You should see that animal all the way through.  Why? you ask.  Because that’s part of your business and you have to be sure that animals are treated right from the time when they’re babies to the time they arrive on your plate.  Sure, you can look away at times, when it’s tough,but  don’t run away.  For example, recently a hen got attacked at night by bobcat.  She was roosting (unknown to me) in a fig tree at night.  The bobcat bit and clawed into her backside.  I found the hen still alive, but obviously injured.  I cleaned the wounds, put her in a hospital crate and tried to allow her to heal with some medication.   After about ten days or so, she didn’t seem to get any better.  The wounds looked better, but she was still listless.  So, I let her out to run around (or in her case, just stand there) and get some fresh air and sunshine.  After a few days of that I reexamined her only to find that her wounds were now full of maggots.  It was one of the gnarliest  sights I have seen.  She was far beyond repair and going to the vet is not really an option, so I put her down.

I relay this story to you, not just to let you know gross you out, but there are a surprising amount of gross things that happen on a farm with animals.  You have to be able to handle disease, wounds, slaughters, injuries and more if you want to be a farmer.  It’s not just collecting eggs, or rolling around with pigs or picking fruit or harvesting veggies.  It’s all the nasty stuff too.  Everything from babies hatching,  bones breaking, fruit ripening and turds falling.

I learned a new word yesterday. Rustler.  A rustler is a person that comes in the night and steals livestock.  It’s been happening around these parts.  Luckily, not to us.  Just thought I’d share some vocabulary.

 

FAQ #17 Answered

This is my attempt to slowly answer questions that commonly come up at farmer’s markets.

“It says on your box that they are fed organic.  Does that mean you are certified organic?”

No.  We supplent the chickens with certified organic feed that we buy by the ton, but we also feed them all sorts of other goodies that are not certified.  Such as, fruit and veggie scraps found behind Whole Foods, bruised up veggies from Oak Hill Farm, rolled oats from a local bakery etc.

So, while we are not certified organic, we like to feed the chickens stuff that would either go into a landfill or just be composted.  Why not collect that food and feed it to the sweet babies?  They love the varied diet and their eggs seem to love it too.

 

FAQ # 4 Answered

Where Can I buy your eggs?

You can get Nix Chix eggs from the following places.  Thank you for your inquiry.

Sonoma Garden Park- Saturdays at the Harvest Market 9-1.  This is the only place at the moment to buy our eggs in Sonoma.

Local Butcher Shop-  a bad ass butcher shop in Berkeley. Sold by the dozen

Bar Agricole-  I’m pretty sure they primarily use the eggs for their Sunday brunch.  This place is hella sweet. Delicious food, amazing drinks, nice folks.  What’s not to like?(sf)

Chez Panisse-  Both upstairs and downstairs use the eggs in dishes, but most of the eggs are used in the pastries and desserts.  This week they are being served in this dish- Curly endive salad with poached farm egg and lardons-  sounds pretty good to me. (Berkeley)

Bi Rite Market- Buy by the dozen.  We’ve got some decent “competition” there in that egg aisle.  Leave it to Bi Rite to have many, many options of good eggs.  We typically have been selling out towards the end of the week.  I deliver thursdays and have yet to see the previous weeks still in the case.  I guess that is a good and bad thing.  Unfortunately, the hens are slowing down with these shorter days so we are not able to provide any more.

Boulette’s Larder-  Best place to eat at the ferry building.  Her pulled pork is to die for. (sf)

Best Brunches of SF

Boulette’s Larder is one of the best places to get brunch in SF according to the San Francisco Chronicle and me.  Her egg dishes are featured in the article too.

gasoline.  check.

weapons oil from Vietnam war.  Check.

Bantam Belgian D’ Uccle hen (Pricilla).  Check.

She loves the smell of cracked corn in the morning

Ginger!

Anyone that comes here knows Ginger.  She is definetly in the top 5 best chickens of all time.  Rat Thing, of course, leading always at #1.  Ginger loves to be picked up and have her wattles rubbed.  She comes into the house for a litle snack  of cat food and then leaves at her leisure.   She is the only chicken I have that lays white eggs, so if you get some eggs from me and there’s a white egg in the mix make a wish (it may come true).  Ginger will often times run up to me and give me some really good squeaks and actually seems happy to see me.  She loves long walks on the beach and  good conversation.  A few years ago I ordered from a hatchery that put a surprise chick in the order if you got a certain amount of chicks.  Ginger was the surprise chicken so I’m not too sure what breed she is, but I think she may be a small (not bantam) buff leghorn or Minorca.  She may not be #1, but she’s up there.

Ginger! aka Ginge, Gingiz, Gingiles, Gin Gin and more.

Sorry about sideways pic.

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