We are in the process of building our farm here in Mexico. It has taken us a little over 15 years to purchase the land. We bought it in sections a little at a time. This year we decided we have enough farm land and […]
It has been a while but here is an update about The House We Never Built. As many of you know the plan was to build a house on the farm we own, over on the Playa Grande river just outside of Puerto Vallarta. Well, those plans have changed over the past 4 or 5 months. We have decided to continue to farm that land. I am listing a few of the reasons in this article because the blog is about Our Life In Mexico.
One of the things I have noticed is that there are two types of people that retire to Mexico. (more…)
Help, I am becoming my Grandpa. The past three days I have been gathering information about chicken coops. On Wednesday, a friend that does carpentry will be coming over and my wife and I will decide just how we want our first chicken coop built. I say first chicken coop because I know my wife. When she asked if we could have a small dog, knowing full wall that I have always wanted a Chihuahua, of course I would say yes. Well, it was tiny and it was cute and it loved to be held so I was happy with my chihuahua.
I was still happy when it turned out to be a Jack Russel. We now have 6 dogs. There are 2Jack Russel’s, 3 chihuahua’s and a big black lab. Then there are the cats. It was just going
to be a mouser, like in one mouser. So of the four cats we have, there is one that feels he should spend a lot of time with me. It’s interesting because the dogs think the same thing.
About six weeks ago, my wife brings home this tiny black hen, which is actually a rooster. It had been born a few days after the rest of the brood so the mama hen didn’t want it. My wife decided we should raise it until it got strong enough to make it on it’s own. Two weeks later we added a tiny baby chic that had somehow lost one of it’s tiny wings. Two weeks after that it was
a baby rooster that had ran into a wire fence when being chased by a dog.It had cut itself in the neck area and needed special attention.
Now here’s the thing. the farm where she is getting these birds is already our farm. It is being managed by her brother and his family. Now that we live in Mexico almost all year long, my wife has taken over feeding the chickens, dogs, ducks, and donkey we have over there but is bringing all the “Special cases” home to our house which is about 4 miles away. Thus you can see my concern for a chicken coop. If patterns remain the same, she should have 8 or 10 chickens and roosters by August. 😉 I am starting with one coop that will have a small hen house and a yard that will be 4 feet wide, 12 feet long
and 6 feet high. The back side is all concrete brick as it is part of a wall along the property. The coop will be between a mango tree and 6 banana trees so it will have sun and shade. Above the six foot high fence there will be a slanted tin roof. The reason for the roof is the heavy tropical rain storms we have here in Mexico between mid-June and late October. I do not want them exposed to that kind of weather.
I do have a great place to get help with raising my chickens. My friend Amy Young Miller has a website: http://VomitingChicken.com where not only do you learn a lot about chickens but how to grow your own food and great recipes once the food is ready for harvest.
Oh so how am I becoming my grandpa. Well grandpa was an architect but he and grandma ran a thriving chicken business as well. It became their full time business once he retired from the building trade. I was named after him and actually got to help him feed the chickens when we visited him. He even gave me my first packet knife for my seventh birthday. I am told that they had about 300 to 400 chickens at any given time.I lived in a foster home not too many miles from grandpa and when I was ten, I got an after school job cleaning hen houses and helping tend for the chickens….So now that I am retired, and my wife is bringing home baby chickens I can see the writing on the wall. Maybe not as many as grandpa had but I’ll bet that I will be in the chicken/egg business by the end of the year.
I loved my grandpa. He taught me many things in the short time we had together, so if I’m becoming my grandpa or at least a little more like him as I age, maybe that’s not all that bad anyway.