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There’s Chicken Shit on my Knee and Other Important Things

April 22, 2014 | 21 Comments | Liberty Chickens
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People talk a lot about “crazy cat ladies” and I can only assume that none of those people has ever seen a woman who lives alone on a farm with a dozen chickens before. Especially when six of them are getting pretty close to being actual full-sized chickens and still live in a spare bedroom in the house. Keeping the chicken shit out of my daily life has become damn near impossible…

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Yep. I was pooped on during the taking of this picture.

The chickens in my spare room are six of the top eleven reasons the most important project on my list right now is finishing the outdoor run for the chicken coop. The other five reasons can most often be found doing things like this…

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I feel compelled– when I see this through the window in front of my desk– to stop what I’m doing, walk out on to the front porch, and yell things like, “Nuggets! Do you want to end up as chicken pancakes?!” and “Chickens! Why are you crossing the road?”

My neighbors don’t think I’m crazy at all.

So the chicken run is at the top of my project list, but not just because the Nuggets are calling my sanity into question on a daily basis. The run will also double the size of the coop (necessary, since I’m doubling the size of my flock) and provide some much needed daytime protection from predators.

Here’s where it’s going to go.

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I set two of the posts as a part of the epic fence-installation that happened at the end of last year, and last week the ground finally thawed enough for me to dig the holes for the rest of the posts.

The Nuggets helped, of course..

And when they weren’t helping me, they were helping my grandmother who came up to the farm to sort out some of my garden issues.

We decided to seed grass in one of the front beds and chickens assumed this was because we wanted to provide them with an all-you-can-eat seed buffet.

Really, nugget?

We put up a makeshift fence to keep the gorging to a minimum, and I suspect I’ve got another 2 days before the Nugs realize they can fly over it. One of the more charming personality traits of my chickens is that they often forget they possess wings.

Meanwhile, back at the barn, I spent a lot of time frowning at the number of sizable rocks that were located directly in the path of my post-hole digger.

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This thing? The large, dangerous-looking spike thing? I don’t know what the technical term for it is. Lifesaver? Miracle-worker? Crusher of any and all rocks that stand in the way of my post-hole digging? Whatever it’s called, I bought it last year when I was putting in the pasture fence, and that may be one of the best outdoor tool purchases I’ve ever made.

There is so much less swearing this way. I use it to loosen the soil and dig out any massive rocks, which makes scooping everything out with my post-hole digger significantly easier.

In fact, I was just starting to make good progress with this thing when I heard my mom start shouting from the other end of my property, “OH MY GOD, COME HERE!”

That’s the kind of thing you never want to hear shouted on a farm. My heart launched into my throat, I took off at a dead run for the house, and when I came around the corner of the back yard, I saw this…

Apparently my mom and grandma decided to take a break from gardening to shoot a few arrows when this happened…

That was her fifth arrow. That’s closer to the target than any of us have gotten. Also, nobody was bleeding, broken, or otherwise incapacitated, so when the adrenaline finally left my system I was able to fully appreciate this shot. My grandmother is also a badass.

Since I had quite enough excitement at this point in the weekend, I took a break from coop-building until after I could pick up some supplies at Lowe’s after work Monday.

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Yes, the back of my car currently contains 100 pounds of concrete mix, a miter saw, finish nailer, 20ga shotgun, and some Coach rainboots. You can say a lot of shit about me, but not that I travel unprepared.

Here’s the progress I’ve made so far…

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Even if that picture wasn’t blurry as all hell, it still wouldn’t look like much, but it will in another weekend or two. Getting started is half the battle.

The other half of the battle, by the way, is not balancing the level on top of the post you’re trying to set with concrete, or else you will probably end up bleeding from the nose.

 Why yes, I am wearing a Hogwarts shirt and using a beer can as an ice pack. We always always keep it classy on the farm…

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    Comments

  • Andrea


    I love you.
    That is all.

    (in a completely ‘you are such a badass and I want my daughters to be just like you when they grow up’ kind of way.)

    There may (or may not) have been snorting happening when I was reading this post.

    • Dani


      I agree with this assessment. I heart you.

  • John @ AZ DIY Guy


    I thought I was a DIY bad ass. I thought my miter saw and a finish nailer would enough to be in the club. Alas, I don’t have a grandmother / dead-eye-archer. I don’t even own a own a Hogwarts t-shirt, a shotgun or a six foot spud bar.

  • Jenn


    You are the awesomest. :)

    Love your posts. Informative and funny!

    (Hope your nose feels better soon! “Episkey!”)

    • Kit


      Yes! Most appropriate HP reference ever made on this website. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that joke. ;)

      • Jenn


        I have my moments. At least this time I have witnesses! (I usually just amuse myself…and the cat…) :)

  • trudy


    Been there, done that. Balanced a hammer on top of a stepladder I was moving…

  • Frank Boateng AGYARKWA


    Hei!
    what about church on Sunday? y’all chilling on the farm!

  • Lou


    Thank you for finally answering the age-old question, Why did the chicken cross the road? The answer apparently being, No reason. No damn reason at all.

  • cas


    ha

  • cassandra


    ha- i believe the tecnical term for your rockcrusher you are looking for is “spud bar”…. which in my opinion sounds LESS technical than anything you came up with

  • Jessica@CapeofDreams


    Yay for badass grandmas!!! I have one and hope to become her one day. She rocks.

  • Laura @ House of Clydesdale


    When we have chickens we just have to be prepared for those little surprises! I have one that likes to fly up and sit on my shoulder whenever I bend down or squat, and she will ride around there for awhile. There have been little “accidents,” of course. Then the other day she jumped up on top of my hat, apparently to find the highest possible place to shit, which she promptly did. Really, Scout? But I love the little bird and wouldn’t keep her from flying up on me ever. We farmers just take it all in stride. Shit happens on the farm. Literally. It’s everywhere. :-)

    Congrats to Grandma for the near bulls-eye!

  • aart


    Ahhh so your badassery is genetic!
    Are you going to put a mesh roof on your run?

  • Amanda {NoDak Nest}


    I hope the “mountains were blue” and that you proceeded to drink one while healing your schnaz :)

  • Karen B. @ Making Shift


    You had me at chicken shit.
    We call that particular tool a San Angelo bar here in Texas. We have shite limestone soils where I live so that bar thing is a wonderful tool.
    That photo of your grandma is the best.
    I love your blog. I’ll come around often!

  • JJ


    1) Please don’t ever stop blogging. If you do I will stop snorting drinks out of my nose at 1 am and rudely waking up my husband. What kind of life would that be?

    2) Grandma needs to visit/be part of the posting more often. I love badass grandmas. I have one that whacks snakes heads off with a corn knife and looks like a mini grey haired ninja.

    Good stuff I tell you.

    • Kit


      I love everything about this! (Remind me never to piss off your grandma.)

  • Corey


    Speaking of amazing tools, do you have a nursery spade? http://www.amleo.com/King-Of-Spades-Nursery-Spade-All-Steel-13in-Blade-With-54in-Handle/p/KS12L/ They are amazing. When I had my landscape company in Michigan, I used mine all the time. I think they sell them at a landscape supply place near you, called Christiansen’s. If you ever need plants or garden stuff at wholesale prices I think I still have an account open there, despite having moved away over 10 years ago…

  • Jim


    Man that looks so fun. The crossbow is really dope. I would probably forget everything and shoot all day.

  • David


    Why do chickens cross the road? Because they’re chickens.

    End of story.

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