I was in the process of moving hay to the garden to spread for mulch, and I had been chasing crickets down the hill and into the chicken pen when they hopped out of the hay for the chickens to eat, so the chickens were ready to catch whatever emerged next. I rolled over the large bale to remove a layer of hay, and, almost faster than I recognized it, a tiny mouse ran out from under the bale of hay and dashed, unfortunately for it, into the chicken pen.
The chickens rushed toward the mouse, and nine beaks pecked at it, each one hoping to secure it for her own meal. The victor, a large yellow Buff Orpington, carried it by the tail around the pen, occasionally dropping it, while the other chickens ran after her, trying to steal her prize. Most of the time, another chicken will steal the prize from the original owner. This time the original winner kept her prize. For the curious, the chicken was not able to eat the mouse, although she tried; I guess her beak wasn’t strong enough to penetrate its fur.
All spring I have been pleasantly surprised when I dig in the garden because I have not found many Japanese beetle grubs. I usually find dozens of them, but over the past few years, I have diligently destroyed any I find by drowning them or feeding them to the chickens, and so I hope the absence of grubs means I will have fewer problems this year. I began digging in my new raised bed, to which I added manure someone gave me, and found the soil covered with grubs. Hundreds of them.
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| A Barred Plymouth Rock chicken pecks at grubs |
Initially, I gathered some into a container and took them to the chickens, but decided that the job would keep me there all day. I brought a couple of chickens there to eat the grubs directly from the ground, and later, after discovering numerous crickets under mulch in the garden, brought a chicken into the garden to catch and eat every cricket of the dozen or so I exposed. The chickens ate grubs until their crops, the area in their neck area that stores food, was the size of golf balls. I put the full chickens back into their pen for a well-deserved nap, and put two hungry chickens in the bed to work for their dinner.
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| Happy chickens doing what they like best: scratching in the mulch for yummy food!
It’s nice to have animals around the house that actually do something useful. My girls and I have been reading “Farmer Boy,” by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and in the book, she talks about the barn cats, only kept around to keep mice out of the grain bins. They needed their claws to catch mice, and farmers didn’t feed them or take much care of them except at milking time when they let them have a pan of milk, unlike declawed, litter box trained, pampered modern cats.
I have a 14 ½ year old dachshund, Sterling, who has had two back surgeries, walks with the assistance of a wheelchair and wears a diaper, and is happy and spoiled. He has Intervertebral Disk Disease, a congenital disease afflicting long-bodied dogs. The surgeries helped him regain mobility twice, but because of his age, a wheelchair is best for him. I am not against having animals around that are only useful for giving and receiving affection. As I write this, he’s sleeping beside me, on his dog bed, gently snoring. If I leave him alone in the another room, he often barks for attention.
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| Sterling in his wheelchair from K9 Carts and resting his head on some blankets I provided for him |
But having a flock of chickens reminds me that all food
production requires a delicate balance of keeping the creatures that damage our
desirable plants or animals under control while allowing beneficial insects to flourish.
Feeding chickens grubs, instead of killing the grubs or resulting
beetles with chemicals, is perhaps a bit gorier than using chemicals, but it
benefits everyone instead of damaging the environment.
Filling my chickens with tasty grubs reduces
the amount of commercially prepared food I have to buy, makes the chickens
happy, and keeps me from having to battle as many Japanese beetles. My girls also digging grubs and feeding them to the chickens, and quote me by saying, “Those chickens are going to turn the grubs into eggs.”
We dug up a beetle that had just completed metamorphosis, and indeed still had the grub’s skin attached to its rear. My oldest daughter said, “Oh it’s too late!” because I told her we needed to rid the garden of the grubs before they turned into beetles. Fortunately, a chicken was lurking by the place we were digging, and I said, “No it’s not,” and handed the beetle to the hen, which she promptly ate.
I understand that guineas are even better at controlling
insects than chickens are and that they do not scratch up or peck at desirable
plants while they go about their work—I had to supervise the chickens closely
while they worked to keep them from digging up my tomato plants. Maybe I will add some guineas to my poultry
flock. Do any of you have any opinions about or experiences with guineas? I’d love to hear from you if you do.
