Author: Anna & Mark

White Leghorn

White Leghorn

One of our new
experimental breeds this year is the Pearl White Leghorn, and I
can’t decide whether I love them or hate them.  My mom is
less conflicted, though — she thinks the white hens are
beautiful in the pasture (and about that, at least, she’s right).




Origin

But let me start with
a bit of history.  “Leghorn” is an anglicization of
“Livorno”, the Italian port city from which Leghorns were first
exported to North America in 1828.  At first, we just called
the breed “Italians,” but soon came up with “Leghorn” as a better
name.




Since then, Leghorns
have become very popular in commercial egg farms, laying the
majority of the white eggs you’ll find in the grocery store. 
And no wonder — their egg stats are among the best, with an
average rate of 280 eggs per year, reaching a maximum of 320 among
top-producing birds.
  As I wrote previously, our
Leghorns matured at four months
and have been laying copiously ever since.


Flighty chickens

Characteristics
(and my pet peeves)


Leghorns have also
been bred to minimize the amount of food they require, which helps
makes them a good choice for production-oriented farmers. 
They’re very light-weight birds — with hens often reaching only
four or five pounds live weight — explaining why they eat so
little and lay so much.




However, that small
size also brings up the biggest problem I have with White Leghorns
— flightiness.  Not only does the breed tend to be skittish
if not hand-raised, they are also among the best fliers.  On
our farm, the Leghorns drove me crazy by flying over into the
pastures I was trying to fallow.  Once I gave up and simply
opened all the popholes in the coop to let them come and go as
they pleased, our Leghorns still preferred flying up onto the
fence, walking across the coop roof, then flying down into the
other pasture rather than walking through the coop.  (And, to
make matters worse, their bad behavior has prompted other hens to
follow suit.)



Eggs in a hole

Leghorns are reputed
to be good foragers, which does seem to be the case. 
However, they also seem to be far more likely than other hens to
lay their eggs in random locations in the pasture.  Does this
old groundhog hole look like a good egg-laying spot to you? 
If you’re a Leghorn who hardly goes into the coop during the
daytime because you’re busy running across the roof instead, it
looks like a great place to hide your eggs!
  (In the meantime, most of
our Black Australorps and Red Stars have stopped hiding
their eggs
even given their less-than-perfect nest-box
situation.
)



So, would I recommend
a White Leghorn to another homesteader?  I’m on the
fence.  If you’re putting them in a tractor instead of a
pasture, presumably the flightiness and egg-hiding would be
avoided, in which case I’d say yes.  In a pasture…I’m not
so sure.  I’ll post again in a year or so when I’m deciding
the makeup of the next year’s flock and am choosing whether to
save their kids or eat them.



No matter which breed
you choose, I recommend an Avian Aqua Miser to
keep your birds hydrated with trouble-free and POOP-free
water.

Mating silkworm moths

Silkworm moth

When all was said and
done, we ended up with only ten
silkworm
cocoons
,
instead of the twenty recommended for
breeding
your own

One hatched out quite early, and the male moth hung around for a
while waiting for a female, then hopped the three inches out of
the box in search of a mate.  I couldn’t find him, but he was
no big loss since the next few moths to hatch turned out to be
male as well.



Mating silkworm
moths

These guys stayed
put, partly because I added a few more inches to the height of
their box, but mostly because a female finally gnawed her way out
of a cocoon.  She was immediately jumped upon by one of the
male moths, and spent hours mating with him before strewing her
eggs all across the bottom of the container.



Silkworm eggs

I kept waiting for
the other moths to emerge, but only one late-comer hatched
out.  She was a girl, but seemed very unhealthy and died
before any of the males showed an interest in her.  Our final
tally was four healthy males, one healthy female, one unhealthy
female, and four non-hatching cocoons, and we ended up with
roughly the same number of eggs we started the experiment with.




I’ve put our eggs in
the fridge for now, but will probably hatch them out in a month or
so, once the mulberry tree has had a bit more time to
recover.  Hopefully we’ll learn from all of our mistakes and
will do a better job on our silkworms the second time around.



Clean water is one of the
critical parts of a healthy chicken diet.

Capturing the Troublesome Trio

Zinna chick

Over a month ago, I
wrote about
trying
to cage our broody hen and her three remaining chicks
.  The hen and
chicks were starting to scratch up the garden, and my attempt to
confine them in an old chicken tractor failed.  What to do?




Mother nature took
care of the problem for a while, which is a good thing because I
was too busy in the garden to focus on wily, semi-feral
chickens.  The mother hen disappeared, presumably into
someone’s belly since she wasn’t in a safe spot at night, and the
three chicks left behind were too small to do much damage in the
garden.  So I made a major mistake and…forgot about them.




Ignoring the chicks
meant they got used to having free range of the garden, so once
they did get big enough to hurt vegetable seedlings, the chicks
were uninterested in being moved into various pastures or out into
the woods.  Every time I fenced them out of the garden, they
flew right back in.  I eventually decided it was time to just
give the pullets away and eat the cockerel, despite his diminutive
size, but by now they were nearly impossible to pin down. 
Even their night roost location was less than obvious, so I
settled down with a cat one evening to watch where the newly
christened Troublesome Trio went as the day dimmed into night.



Lap cat

Soon enough, the
three chicks walked purposefully into the barn, and I followed
along behind.  As I peered around the corner, I saw each bird
hop onto the handle of a rototiller, fly from there onto a low
beam, then run along that beam to the other side of the barn to
perch ten feet above the ground.  No wonder I hadn’t been
able to find them when I’d gone into the barn with a flashlight
the night before — I never thought to look straight up!




A ladder, a long
pole, a husband, and a flashlight later, the Troublesome Trio had
been knocked from their perch and hunted down throughout the
barn.  Human eyes are better in low light than chicken eyes
are, so once you’ve found your chickens’ night perch, it’s a
simple matter of waiting until it’s too dark for them to feel safe
moving, but is still light enough for you to see what you’re
grabbing.  Mark and I stuffed all three chicks into the part
of the tractor we’d beefed up to hold broilers on slaughter day
(known as the “kill coop”), then we went to bed expecting to have
a trouble-free garden the next day.



Chicken in the
garden

No such luck! 
When I went out to check on our chicks bright and early Saturday
morning, only one bird was still in the kill coop, and she soon
wiggled through a tiny hole in the side to join her
siblings.  They laughed at me all day as they scratched straw
onto newly planted seedlings, leaped up to pluck ripe blackberries
from the bush, and generally wrought havoc.  I guess I named
the Troublesome Trio too well.




Luckily, I now knew
where they were roosting, so I didn’t have to spend all evening
stalking the Trio this time.  But when I went into the barn
Saturday night and looked up into the rafters, I saw they’d moved
up to perch nearly twenty feet off the ground!  Our barn was
built for drying tobacco, so the upper section consists of several
tiers of poles across which you lay the tobacco spears, and our
chicks felt the next tier up was safer given their traumatic
capture the night before.



Preening cockerel

I poked the chicks
with the pole from partway up the ladder, but they now knew better
than to fly to the ground.  So I took a deep breath and
climbed to the tip-top of the ladder, secured myself between two
beams, and reached up above my head to nab them.  One chick
down, then two, and finally all three were returned to the kill
coop to wait for their new owner to arrive the next day.  We
beefed up the kill coop as much as we could, and this time the
Troublesome Trio stayed put.




What did I learn from
their two dramatic months wandering the farm?  First, a
broody hen is only worth her salt if you can
secure
her inside a safe coop
.  Second, it’s not worth letting chicks get too used
to exploring the garden, even if they’re not big enough to cause
trouble yet.  Next time, I’ll begin as I plan to go on and
hem in chicks before they turn into a Troublesome Trio.



Our chicken waterer kept
the Troublesome Trio hydrated so they could stay in peak health
while scratching up the garden.