The Best Eggs in the World

The laying hen population at Elmwood Stock Farm did not always look the way it does now. In the early days, showing up at the farmers market with six or eight dozen eggs for sale was nearly causing food fights from our customers: cutting line, waiting for us as we got there, and then pre-ordering, which meant we were showing up with only one or two dozen for sale. Having just a few dozen eggs was hurting our business more than having none at all. We knew we could sell more eggs if we had more. 

When I was fishing for some funds to build a laying-hen house on wheels capable of generating 10- to 12-dozen eggs a day, Ann pointed out we had enough used materials around the farm to piece something together. I knew she was right, and this way of doing things prompted a good challenge, at that. If we spent a bunch of money on building supplies, there wouldn’t be much in it for us. 

Ann and I each independently made a list of necessary components of a good laying-hen house. The comparison looked like this: Mine consisted of tier rails, 2x4s, roofing tin, milk crates, protective screening or plastic or plywood end walls, screws and nails. Hers was shade, security from wildlife, wind breaks, roosting space, and secure and clean nest boxes. I went with hers, since my materials list was what I could find anyway. Not only did I never go to the big-box hardware store, even though it is only 3 miles from here, I chose to not use a tape measure, either. Our plan was to slap this one together as a prototype to our plan, then make a real one later in the year. We gathered eggs from that house for six or eight years. When we decided to convert it into a heritage turkey breeder house, I drove it through a narrow gate to knock off the egg boxes. Worked like a charm. Jethro Bodine’s got nothing on me.

We move the laying hens’ Beverly Hillbilly-looking houses once a week or so to spread the nutrients left behind by the chickens across the pasture. Repositioning the houses is not random, but it looks like it is. You have to move them far enough so the high-traffic area around the house, including the feed troughs, does not overlap with the footprint you’re moving away from. 

Having the tractor and house stopped on the pasture contour makes for much easier, and safer, hitching and unhitching—no need to depend on wheel chocks and parking brakes. We figured out a long time ago that there is no need to keep the tires aired up since the chicken houses only move so far, once a week, at about 1 mile an hour. This also makes the tires self-chocking, which can be a pain in trying to line up the drawbar on the tractor with the tongue on the wagon hitch: It won’t swivel to line up because so much weight is on a dead-flat tire. Some of those spoked wheel pneumatic tires have 80-year-old air in them. Wonder what a microbiologist might discover in there? Maybe I ought to let out a little every so often to inoculate our piece of the planet with clean air.

The architectural elements of a laying-hen house should be aligned with chicken ergonomics, be able to withstand storms, and ultimately keep hens safe and happy enough to lay lots of eggs. Shade-tree construction skills lead to overbuilding based on “what if,” because “what if” can go bad quickly out here and there are no reinforcements. The mobile houses have no floor so the birds’ droppings fall straight to the ground they’re meant to fertilize. The birds instinctively go up inside at night to roost, drop down before daylight (hence the saying “up with the chickens”), and venture out to start eating and contemplate laying an egg. The nest boxes nestled up under the eve of the metal roof offer a quiet, secluded, safe place to lay eggs, which 80 to 90 percent of them do every day. The water drinker hangs off the back, a quarter-inch black plastic umbilicus of water trailing behind. A pan of free-choice oyster shell resides under one corner, and the feed troughs radiate out, not far away.

Twice a day, every day, we bring half enough feed for the day. Splitting their daily ration like this keeps the hens interested and keeps the wild birds from latching onto the gravy train. Drinkers get checked and the electric-fence barricade verified. It does not take very long to do these chores for each group. In the afternoon, eggs are gathered and counted. Egg counts are important to monitor bird productivity, which is info we want to know and is required for our organic certification. It’s not bad work. Young people have earbuds stuck in their ears, listening to heaven-knows what, while I like to listen to the hens, nearby songbirds, ewes bleating (which reminds me to check them next), John working ground, and in more recent years, neighbors mowing grass and highway noise blending in. 

Why all the trouble? Somehow doing so makes the best eggs around, otherwise why would so many people scramble to get them? The birds are happy, the eggs are good for you, and no chemicals were released into the environment in their making. Maybe this summer I can trick out the old houses with roll-out nest boxes, the last thing on Ann’s list, some 20 years later. —Mac Stone

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