August 29, 2016 by Mike Oscar Hotel
One of the hardest things about leaving Colorado was abandoning our chickens. If you don’t think backyard chickens are a thing right now, take this into consideration; we were under contact three different times for our house in CO. All three people wanted the chickens. Mind you, we were on a half acre in a subdivision with neighbors close enough that you could underhand a rock and hit their houses. We left our year-old leghorn hens with the new owners. They were laying like crazy.
For the last two months, we’ve been buying farm fresh eggs wherever we can and often speak to the woes of not being chicken owners. At one point in my life, I could never imagine having chickens. At this point in my life, I can’t imagine not having chickens. We spend $16 a week on eggs. That’s not a typo. I checked what I wrote twice. I eat eggs every day for breakfast, as do my children, whether it’s in the form of a pancake or an omelet.
Speeding the process along has become a priority for me. I have a ton of projects to start and finish at our “new” house (it’s 116 years old) before the snow flies and chickens are one of those things that if I put it off that long, it won’t happen until spring. I was driving by a neighbor’s house the other day and saw this.
Don’t get excited, my little homesteaders. It isn’t what you think. My wife exclaimed, “It’s a chicken coop!”
No, dear. We’re in Maine now. It’s an ice shack. It’s a place where you drink beer and complain when you drop your smokes down the hole.
Tomato, tomatoe, I say.
I put the boys to work screwing on some siding, which was really just a pile of boards that the previous owner so graciously left us. Really, he left piles of junk everywhere that I’m going to (eventually) have to clean up. It’ll be hellish in the fall when all of the leaves drop and the Mrs. figures out that we’re about two steps away from actually looking like a landfill. That’s the beauty of Maine; there’s plenty of green things to hide your messes for
six five four months out of the year.
Anyhow, we’re well on our way to a chicken coop. Did I pay $350 for the trailer and hut? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Mike Oscar Hotel doesn’t pay full price. Remember that. I got the package deal for $275. I talked to the guy about how they legalized weed in Colorado for an hour. By the end, he thought I was way too cool to not give me a discount.
The challenge will be finishing the coop by this weekend so we can get chickens and get on with our homesteading lives. More posts to come on this subject.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel…..out.