We know this for a fact, because before we had hens there were no fresh eggs.
When Rick and I thought about selling our little place down the hill from the Odell House and have them live on site, we worried slightly about how a hen house would look, and about neighbor response.
Then it occurred to us: other people might like chickens too. And even if they are indifferent to chickens, many like eggs–the fresher the better. So we asked our neighbors, and they were enthusiastic. We consulted zoning laws, determined lot size and numbers allowed and then began working on coop design.
Here was the inspiration:
A glorious one human building/art object on display in Canada.
What a great roof line!
Here’s the chicken house version: created by “mad tiny house designer” Mike Ross:
Tucked back by our new raised cold frames near the garage.
Eggs from the hens are available by the end of the Poplar Street drive–there is a cooler–and though “the ladies” enjoy visits, they are located in a an area that is private, so you have to ask for a “chicken audience” should you or your favorite small child like to make a visit.
This young guest is a repeat visitor whose manners and demeanor we always appreciate. (His parents are nice too. . .)
Anyway, notice also allows us to corral the poodle pack.
Who are only asleep for gaining energy waiting to leap on a stranger–which although probably not dangerous is not the manners we expect from them, so we like to be in a warned rather than surprised in theirs and the chickens yard.
Dale’s number is 509 879-4619 and it is just fine to call and ask if her and her highness are accepting visitors.
Anyway, we wanted fun, but not obtrusive.
The chickens love it.
It has an electronically controlled door so the local raccoons will not be tempted by thoughts of chicken dinners.
She’s the ring leader, a two-year old Black Australorp.
The Buff Orpington in the foreground likes to be held. (They really are the sweetest chickens on earth).
One of the Silver Lace Wyndottes escaped on their first day and Dave, our wonderful carpenter, and I tracked her down, finally found glowering under a bush on Pacific, headed toward The Elk. (Fence repairs ensued.)
They are pampered.
But what’s not to love?
(I’m not sure, but I think we are the only hotel or B&B in Spokane with a EV charger, composting program and a coop and laying hens on site.)
If you’d like some fresh eggs when you are visiting, just say the word–or look in the cooler. Poplar Drive.
Note re The Health Department regs winter 2014. The Health Department now says I can provide you nothing that requires refrigeration–which fresh eggs actually don’t, but they made the HD forbidden list anyway. (If any egg you get anywhere–grocery store especially–is cracked you should discard it immediately, but an undamaged, unwashed egg with the natural protective covering left on will last a very, very long time–they are designed for this as a bird has to lay one egg at a time until she gets the 10-20 that some want to make a hatching effort–they all have to hatch within hours of one another so the chicks can start foraging. It is only when she sits non-stop that the fertile eggs begin to develop, which of course means they can’t go rotten in the three weeks it takes her to collect them secretly under the bush. And our eggs are of course not fertile, as roosters are not allowed in city limits. Very wise rule. In any case, in a cool dry place an egg can last six months–something egg processors are happy about. They are of course much better when new–that is why we take the trouble.)
And the chickens like visits, so please give us a ring to corral the poodles and come say hi. There are usually treats left by the gate. A small handful will do them no harm.
Leftovers? With the exception on onions and citrus they can eat anything that you healthily can, but do remember how diligent they are at this–no avocado skins or pits–they really will eat them and those would not be good for you either. (They are toxic)
This is chicken for, “Yes, please!”