Introducing New Chickens to a Flock

Ever wonder what became of our cute little chicks? In a matter of weeks they turned into huge monster chickens. This is what they looked like when they first came:

The first one is Edie and the second one is Razzamatazz (yes, I let a 7 year-old name her). Here they are now:

They are now integrated with the other girls, which has been a bit of a process (and is still going on). Any time a new chicken is introduced to a flock, there is a disturbance in the pecking order and the top hen has to re-establish her dominance. This translates to mean that there is usually an initial smack down. I read various accounts on how to add new hens to a flock and then came up with my own version. First of all, I waited until the chicks were a couple of months old and big enough that they wouldn’t be hurt when (and I mean when) the older ones beat them up.

In my set-up, I have the Eglu, which has a 9′ run attached to the coop. We built a 10’x10′ enclosure to extend the run. This enclosure isn’t predator proof, so we lock the door to the Eglu’s run at night to keep our gals safe at night. We have a wire dog crate, which is what we used in our office with the heat lamp when the girls were younger. We brought the crate into the extended run and wrapped it with layers of chicken wire to make it predator proof. This served as the coop for the chicks at night. During the day, we would let the chicks out of the crate into the extended run. The 2 older ones stayed in the Eglu’s run. I would then let both groups into the yard when I had time to spend in the yard. This got them used to one another and also gave the little ones places to hide when the older ones ran after them to peck them. I was surprised that Andie, my polish hen was the aggressor. Lulu just saves her aggression for me I guess. After several weeks of this, we decided that it was time for the final phase of the flock integration. We opened the door to the larger enclosure and let the two groups mingle. We kept the crate open as a place for the girls to hide. They spent a lot of time on top of it. But at night, we closed the crate and the chicks followed the older hens into the coop of the Eglu.

Here are some tips I can give on integrating a flock.

  • You can do it as slowly or quickly as you want. I chose to do it more slowly in the hopes they would get used to each other and prevent the fighting. This didn’t really happen.
  • Provide several food and water stations. The established flock has a tendency to guard the food from the newcomers. You want to make sure the new hens are getting enough to eat and drink.
  • Provide some sort of place for the newcomers to escape from the older ones. Ours used to fly on top of the dog crate and hang out there. That’s where we put the chick food. We took that out and now have a perch in the extended run. The older hens don’t seem interested in this at all, so it is the place where the young ones can go to escape from the old meanies.
  • Expect some pecking while they establish their pecking order, but keep an eye out to make sure nobody is getting too hurt or wounded.  Andie mostly would sneak up behind one of the chicks and peck them soundly on the tush. They now just try to avoid her as much as possible.
So, I don’t have a love affair between the new and the old hens, but they co-habitate and nobody is getting hurt anymore. I think that’s about the best I could expect.

Rosh Hashanah

Last week we went up to my in-laws to celebrate the Jewish New Year. One of their big traditions is the making of kreplach, which is the Jewish version of a dumpling or wonton. It is filled with brisket and carmelized onions that are then ground together.

My father-in-law learned how to make them as a young boy by helping his bubbe (grandmother) and mother. His job was to crank the meat grinder. He has carried on the tradition, using his bubbe’s old rolling pin. They are extremely labor intensive, as you make and roll out the dough for each dumpling. And we’re not talking about making a dozen. He makes about 18 dozen at a go. He experimented with using wonton wrappers in the past to save some of the labor, but always preferred the real kreplach dough he and his bubbe made.

This year we decided to help him make them. I brought up my KitchenAid stand mixer, with the meat grinder and pasta roller attachments. I figured we could make the dough and then run it through the rollers to make it thin. If that worked, it could save a lot of labor. It turned out to work really well, and we set up an assembly line of sorts with each family member rolling, cutting, filling and folding the kreplach. We made about 19 dozen in exactly 3 hours. After they have been filled, you boil them for a few minutes and then lay them out to dry. When you are ready to eat them, you fry them in corn oil, or put them into soup. They are delicious and something to look forward to every year.

My father-in-law said that as kids, he and his brother used to fight to get the next kreplach out of the frying pan. And don’t you know that while we were making them, his brother called.

I can’t give you their family recipe, as it’s not mine to give, but here’s a link to a different one. They show very different fillings than what Neil’s family uses, but I’m sure they are delicious as well.

Birthday Weekend

This past weekend was jam-packed with birthday fun. It was also a very mushroom-filled weekend. My in-laws gave me a pocket knife, and Neil gave me a collecting basket for mushroom hunting. On saturday morning, we christened both, by going to Stony Brook in  Harriman State Park for a walk with my mushroom group. The weather was spectacular and the leaves were just starting to turn golden.

We walked along a stream and found lots of mushrooms, including delicious black trumpets. With all the rain we’ve had, this summer has been one of the best for mushroom hunting many people can remember. This is my first year, so I don’t have anything to compare it to. Here are some photos from the walk.

That night we went to see Zarkana by Cirque du Soleil. The production was spectacular. I would love to go back several more times to absorb all of the layers of  scenery, costumes, performances, etc. If you can possibly go to see it, you should run now and get tickets. It was amazing. We got heavily discounted tickets, so were able to bring Lindsay. I think it blew her 7-year old mind.

Then Sunday, which was my actual birthday, I slept in. For those of you with young kids, you know how rare and wonderful this is. Neil cooked up the black trumpets with eggs and we had a nice breakfast. The day was beautiful, so we went for a walk in Prospect Park. Later that night, we met friends for dinner and came back to our place for drinks afterwards. It was a great weekend with family and friends and I felt very celebrated.

Mushrooms at the Zoo


Yesterday we went to the Bronx Zoo. If you haven’t been there, you really need to go. They work really hard to make realistic and livable habitats for the animals. It is a far cry from the concrete jail cells that used to be common in zoos. All the money goes to support wildlife recovery efforts, education, etc. You can spend the better part of the day there and still not see everything.

So while I love the zoo and the animals, I have been bitten by the mushroom bug. Seriously, I can’t walk down the sidewalk in Brooklyn without peering into people’s planters to see if there are mushrooms growing. This season has been quite rainy, so there are mushrooms popping up everywhere. Even in the cracks of the pavement you will see mushrooms forming.

I saw loads of interesting mushrooms at the zoo. Well over 20 different varieties. Sometimes it was hard to tell if a shelf mushroom was real or a realistic fake in an exhibit. I have been on the look out for hen of the woods mushrooms as they are being spotted in this area now. We were on a monorail ride and I thought I saw some down below. In the rhinoceros pen. It was a dilemma…for a second.

And yes, those are mushrooms in the photo above.

Keep Monsanto’s Sweet Corn Off Your Plate

Dear Friends,

This fall, Monsanto, the corporation who produces roughly 90% of the world’s genetically modified seeds, will try to bring their new, GMO sweet corn to a grocery store aisle or farmer’s market near you.

Unlike Monsanto’s other GMO crops — which are primarily fed to animals — this sweet corn is intended for direct human consumption.

This is the first time Monsanto has engineered a vegetable that could be served straight to your dinner table. And if this unlabeled, and potentially toxic crop succeeds, Monsanto is sure to bring us even more.

As an activist and consumer, we are in a powerful position to pressure leading U.S. grocery stores to reject Monsanto’s new GMO corn.

I just signed a petition telling major grocery stores around the country that I don’t want Monsanto’s sweet corn on the shelves. Will you join me and help stop this unsafe food?

http://act.credoaction.com/campaign/monsanto_sweet_corn/?r_by=27555-4229566-0HbPuGx&rc=confemail

Photos from Chincoteague

As promised, here are more photos from our trip. It is starting to seem like a long time ago already, as the weather cools and daily pace speeds up.

Chincoteague is a forager’s paradise. You can’t throw down a wire cage without catching loads of crabs. Oysters and clams are abundant and I did see some mussels. Neil learned how to shuck oysters, which led to many nights of oysters on the half shell. Clams tossed on the bbq were a big favorite as well.

For anyone who read Misty of Chincoteague, you can visit Misty and Stormy at the museum. Stormy was still alive when I went there as a child. Somewhere there’s a photo of me being kissed on the cheek by Stormy.

Beach Vacation


This year we decided to go to the beach at Chincoteague, VA, which is the place I used to go to as a child. Chincoteague is a small island just below more major beaches such as Rehoboth, Dewey and Ocean City, MD. Chincoteague itself is a sleepy little town that seems to be caught in time. What really makes the trip special is Assateague. Assateague is a barrier island that spans parts of MD and VA. Years ago a Spanish ship, carrying a cargo of ponies destined to work in the gold mines of Peru, crashed off the shore of Assateague. The ponies swam to shore and have lived on the island ever since. Assateague is a National Park and a wildlife sanctuary, so it hasn’t changed since I was a kid.

At first we weren’t sure we would be able to go on our vacation because of hurricane Irene, however everything seemed okay once it passed, so we left just one day later than originally planned. The weather was spectacular and the mosquitoes, which are somewhat infamous, seemed to have washed away with the storm. Assateague, being a barrier island, took the brunt of the storm. The parking lots nearest the beaches were covered with sand, so they were closed the first few days of our trip. We had brought our bikes, so were able to bike the nature loop to get to one of their more remote beaches. I’m so glad the other lots were closed, as we might not have realized this little hidden beach was there. When you were on this beach, you didn’t see anything man-made. You saw pine forests past the sand dunes. I remembered Assateague as being nature’s amusement park and it still was. We saw a herd of wild ponies (which have been fenced back since I was a child. Thanks stupid tourists for ruining that!), a bald eagle, dolphins, a snake, coquinas and loads more. Coquinas are tiny little clam-like creatures that wash up with the waves. They come in all kinds of pastel colors and patterns. My sister and I loved to dig them up and watch them burrow themselves back into the sand. This video is for her. I will post more photos from our trip soon.

Heedley Pecked Me in the Eye


This hilarious book arrived in the mail a couple of days ago with a note saying get well. It didn’t say who sent it though. It is a very, very funny book. I guess I am not the only one who has gotten pecked in the eye by a chicken.

Let me know if you are the person who sent this to me.

Finding a Chicken of the Woods Mushroom


This past Saturday I went with my mushroom club out to New Jersey to look for mushrooms. I mentioned to the people I rode there with that I have been trying to find a Chicken of the Woods Mushroom (chicken mushroom for short). On the walk we found loads of boletes, which look a lot like how kids draw mushrooms. You might know them as cepes or porcini. Most of the mushrooms in the photo below are boletes.

We were also looking for chanterelles, which are a bright orange color. We found a few, although many were past their prime. We also found some Jack O Lantern mushrooms, which besides being poisonous, also glow in the dark. So when one of my car mates spotted something orange from the trail, we thought it was probably a group of Jack ‘O Lanterns. I was absolutely thrilled to discover chicken mushrooms. These tasty little mushrooms cook up to taste like chicken. What’s really nice about them is that when you find them, you really have a meal on your hands. There are also really no other mushrooms that look like these, so they are a very safe mushroom for beginner hunters like myself.