Third Shelf Chicken


I’ve had ALL kinds of trouble with a couple of hens who like to use the shelves on the back porch as nesting boxes. This past winter, I started stacking wood in there, which put them off for awhile, but this one hen has returned, determined. Now she’s managing to get up to the highest shelf. And she leaves me an egg there every day. BUT. I don’t want her there! And so, the game is on again.

By the way, if you look here, there’s a cute little video of one of my hens laying an egg on the shelf last year.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on June 11, 2014  

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  1. 6-11

    Suzanne…..I see a Children’s book in this tale! The Egg on the Shelf!

  2. 6-11

    Dear Suzanne,

    Funny how I found you this morning. I am at my newly built cabin in the North Georgia Mountains and last night there was a bird singing in the night. It reminded me of the verse how God teaches the song bird to sing in the night. I thought, maybe a whippoorwill. So this morning, with nothing to do but figure out which pillow I wanted to prop myself up on while I drank my decaf flavored coffee (really you can’t give up everything), I looked up on Google about whippoorwills and found you! After breakfast, I was leaning out the back window because that is where the phone reception works best, and I had just finished a conversation with a customer from my restaurant in Atlanta, and a young mommie black bear slid silently out of the woods and walked up next to the cabin. While shockingly surprised, still staring, I noticed another movement in the dark woods, about 20 paces behind, a little cub bounding behind her, but both so quiet, and beyond cute. I ran for my camera, but before I could get them on film, they slipped into the woods on the front of my place and have probably long bounded over Pine Ridge by now.

    I couldn’t help but notice you make cheese (among your many trades) and that you wrote for NE Cheesemaking. I just recently took a class with Jim Wallace in Shelburne Falls MA and have been dabbling in cheesemaking. I am a bread baker from birth I think, my grandmother was Irish, her parents came in the 1800’s and met here and married and I used to sit on her table and help her bake bread when I was four. I will have to try Grandmother’s Bread when I get back home. I also do some Farmer’s Markets and I may try your recipe for the market for this Saturday. I absolutely have to order your book, it sounds so inspiring. AND, would love to come to a workshop for a getaway, but can’t this summer. But please let me know when the next one is. I grew up on a farm for part of my life and am working on some hobby farming ideas for my cosmopolitan property which is where I run a b&b (in my spare time) in Hapeville GA, just next to the airport in Atlanta. Do you connect us automatically to your postings, or do I need to check.

    Happy Day with the Chickens, and I wish I had that EGG a~n~d the silly chicken on the third shelf. I always say, “it is a perceived value”. Sounds like the chickie is having fun playing your game. Fondly, Chef Eileen

  3. 6-11

    Suzanne, if you dont use this shelf on a daily basis or even if you do, you can take a piece of screen or a light weight wire and afix the top to a small tension rod and tuck the rod inside the shelf and put one on the bottom of the screen or wire peice as well, evem if you dont want to hide the bottom rod, the wieght of it will keep it hanging straight, that should discourage her and with the right kind of wire it will look almost like a little door.

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