I let my chickens out for one day. You can see what they accomplished in the garden during that time. My last post showed the “before” pic. Here’s the “after.”
The ability with which chickens have to completely decimate an area is still a wonder to me. Impressive when it’s planned. Absolutely maddening when they get out on their own accord.
Pacing along the length of the coop wall, the chickens have been eagerly awaiting this opportunity all summer long. The vines and stems of green have been growing closer and closer, taller and tall next to their coop -maddeningly out of reach.
Today, I left them have at it.
I spread wide the door of their coop to the garden that has been fading quickly in the last couple of days with the cooler evening temperatures -about the same time that all of a sudden I’ve been averaging 1 egg a day, instead of the 3 I’ve been getting all summer.
Today was all about safety and locks. My backyard is now more ghetto than ever so I was really wanting to work of aesthetics today. I opted instead for peace of mind.
The loads of rain we’ve received lately has swollen and warped several of the coop doors and I had begun bungy chording things to make them secure at night. Today was all about double locking and securing the coop. I don’t know . . . can a coon lift a lock like the one on top? I feel better not taking the chance.
Hoping to put a spark in my bored lab mix, Guinea’s step, I took him for a walk around the hood. Down an alley, we happened to come across a sheet of old R-Tech insulation in the alley, by the trash cans behind somenone’s house.
Memo on my mind, I wondered if it would work to sound proof his crowing. Would the hens eat it though?
I didn’t know.
I’ll save you the time . . .
Yes. Yes they did.
They especially liked the look of the white snowflake balls that fell to the nest box floor as I made my cuts. I tried it anyway, hoping the novelty would wear off.
Now. . . three days later, it hasn’t.
By 6:30am this morning I got up and let everyone but Memo out of the nest box -trying to keep him quiet, well . .. muffled anyway . . . .
Laying in bed annoyed and mostly fearful of a knock on my door from one of my neighbors this Sunday morning, I thought again about what I could do to sound proof the coop from Memo’s now much practiced and glorified crowing.
By 10:00am I let him out, and by 1:00pm I was leaning toward shipping him off the island.
Now at 5:00pm I’m googling “sound proofing chicken coops” and have come across the post below:
“Sound proofing is very complex, sound frequencies need different material densities to adsorb them, you can’t just add material and assume it will absorb the sound . . . . Sound redirection helps, but it depends on the frequency on how many times the sound needs to bounce before depleting and how much gets though absorption materials before depleting. . . .You could spend thousands sound proofing a coop , , , ,may be cheaper to have their voice boxes removed.”
Securing the flock in the box each night has become progressively easier. They’ve become accustomed to the routine. They all still start bedding down outside, in the branches of the coop once the sun begins to set. No on really wants to sleep in thebox this time of year. Once I begin coaxing one toward the door though, the others follow rather peacefully.