Author: onceafarmgirl

  • Appreciating the Neighbourhood Chicken Lady

    Appreciating the Neighbourhood Chicken Lady

    Hey folks!

    Let’s talk about the cost of a dozen eggs.  What I see in our area is that most farmers sell a dozen eggs for $5.  A few farmers sell for $6 or $7, not many.  In the grocery store prices range from $3 to $8.

    I have been selling eggs for $6 and most people feel comfortable paying that price.  Here’s the thing, I do not make any money off selling eggs.  I basically sell eggs for the People.  The People love farm, fresh eggs!  That’s why I do it.  I even try not to use eggs in my home so that I have more to sell.  It is not because I’m being greedy and want to make more money but because I need to sell them all to break even.  Yes. you heard that right!  If I sell the majority of the eggs I collect, I break even but only with the cost of feed.

    I have been using an app called “Count My Eggs” for the last 40 days.  I can input how many chickens I have, how many eggs I collect each day, my expenses, and my sales.  The app tells me that I have collected over 500 eggs (chicken and duck) and sold over 450 eggs.  It shows me that I have spent $2 more on feed in last 40 days than I’ve made in sales.  I lose money.  Having said this, I do have eggs in the incubator and if I had sold them I would have made a tiny bit more on egg sales.  Had I sold those 3 dozen eggs I would have made about $0.45/day of income.  Yep, raking in the big bucks!!

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    I have the same feed expenses all year but chickens don’t lay all year.  The math is about $6.64/day for about 40 laying hens and a few roosters all year round regardless of how many eggs they lay/day.  In the winter they hardly lay and I use a light the coop during the winter to try and encourage laying (so a bit of hydro).   The chickens take a lot of laying breaks throughout the year (if it’s too hot, or too cold, if they’re molting, if they’re stressed out, if there isn’t enough daylight, a hundred reasons!).  No eggs, no income…but they keep on eating.  There will be a bit of a flux in income for the next month or so selling day-old chicks but it won’t even begin to cover what I’ve spent feeding hens that aren’t laying.

    Keeping chickens takes a lot of time, every day. I am not compensated for the hours spent feeding and watering, cleaning coops and water jugs, collecting and washing eggs, or building fences.  Also anything extra, like sawdust or wood pellets for the floor and nesting boxes, replacment feeders, or the cost of fencing materials when needed is money out of my pocket.

    Raising chickens is not a money maker, it is a passion project (like most farming is).  I love being able to provide folks with eggs from happy, healthy, free-range chickens but I do so at a great cost to my bank account.

    Please remember how hard I work every day, all year to provide people with eggs and please keep this article in mind when you are asked to pay a bit more for a dozen eggs.  I do it all for you!

    Dare I ask for $7.00/dozen?

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    Air hugs!

    -Meg

    Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.

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  • Bees?   Why not!

    Bees? Why not!

    Several years ago my Aunt had honey bees. My sister Lia, @pembeehives, was cuckoo about those bees. I thought they were pretty cool until I started walking up to the hive and had a massive panic attack. I was certain they could feel my fear and that the whole hive would ascend on me and sting me to death. Death by bees, no thanks!! Since then I have had ZERO interest in raising bees. My sister, on the other hand, has only grown more fond, more bee crazy.

    Last fall, my kids and I moved back into my childhood home. A little house on 2 acres. A small green patch of freedom to plant, grow, raise, and love. I brought my chickens, added a few more to the flock, and then a few more and maybe a few more after that! I also got 2 more horses so that my boy Banjo wouldn’t be lonely.

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    Horses and chickens, dogs, cats, rats and kids. I was set, and I am busy!!  Then I had a thought. My sister loves bees, maybe she would like to get some bees and they could have a little spot here and she could be the crazy bee lady and I will be the crazy chicken lady and everything would be fantastic!

    Bees? Why not!!

    I forgot about the fact that I was terrified of a colony of bees coming after me while I weeded my garden or fed my horses, stinging me while I was just minding my own business. Lia, @pembeehives, was all in! She was already dreaming of hives, long before I offered.  She and Alex built hives, they brought them up and she painted them with my kids.

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    The 2 nucs (boxes of bees) were ordered and the site for the hives planned, changed, replanned, changed and planned again. Still, here I am scared of bees. Terrified.

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    On Saturday, Lia and I went up to Delores’ for a bee keeping workshop. A few hours of listening to Delores talk about bees, watching her take the hives apart, standing closer to a swirl of bees than I ever thought I would, and I discovered that I am no longer afraid of bees!  They are fascinating!

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    When I first put our names down for this bee-keepers’ workshop, I was going into it as a non-interested party. I was going for my sister, so that when she wasn’t around I would have a bit of knowledge and if anything needed to be done while she was in Vancouver I could help the hive out.

    In the end, I have had the chance to face my fears and now I can go into this as a partner, not just a watcher. I can go into this beekeeping adventure with less fear and more enthusiasm, though I think I will let Lia hold the reins, and stick, for the most part, to being a crazy chicken lady.

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    Meg
    Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.

    Follow my farm adventures on Instagram @once_a_farm_girl

     

  • A day off work is never really a day off

    A day off work is never really a day off

    Today is a Pro-D Day, which means no school for the kids, no work for me. I fell asleep last night excited about sleeping-in (I don’t want to brag but I am an excellent sleeper),  the kids were equally excited to sleep-in (I may have passed my excellent sleeping skills on to my daughter).  Of course, you all know what happens on sleep-in days.  I was awake bright and early.  The horses were galloping around and their thundering hooves was as good of an alarm as any.  They’re not small horses and the pasture is beside my bedroom, I could probably feel the pounding of their hooves before I heard it.  The sound of running horses is always a reason to leap out of bed and check that the gates were still closed.  Luckily they were only playing with each other!  Galloping, biting, rearing, kicking, striking, being magnificent and 100% contained in their pasture.  But I was now fully awake and ready to tackle a  few of my morning farm chores.

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    The boys: Banjo, Guinness and Taurus.

    I fed the boys their breakfast and headed over to my chicken “duplex”.  I had my flock separated, 15 on one side and 22 on the other side, until last night when my son and I moved the “chicks” (they’re now 7 weeks old and need more space) into the smaller side of the duplex.  I wanted to let the hens out into the run early now that there are so many hens on one side.  I opened the door to the coop as I looked up into the nearby Elm tree and there perched at the top is our new friend from yesterday, a massive Bald Eagle.

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    Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner.

    Yes, he is magnificent.  Yes, he is majestic.  Yes, it is really, really cool that he is so close. Yes, I could watch him all day.  And yes, he wants to eat my chickens.  After a quick count of my flock, I am missing one of my beautiful new Bovans Brown pullets.  Usually I count them every night but I forgot to last night, fingers crossed that she missed curfew and found somewhere else to sleep but Mr. Eagle is suspect #1.

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    My sweet Bovans Brown pullets.

    I spent about 15 minutes in the run with my chooks, talking to them and counting them, watching Mr. Eagle.  I managed to spook him out of the tree and watched him soar through the back field.

    I hope, for my flock (and my cat’s) sake, that he finds a river full of delicious fish and never comes back.

    I headed back into the house, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher and tuned off my 7:15 a.m. alarm.

    Time to put on a pot of coffee, it’s going to be a long day.

    Meg

    Once a farm girl, always a farm girl.

    Follow my farm adventures on Instagram @once_a_farm_girl