Local Built Chicken Feeder Fights the Battle of Feed Waste.
Sunday 5 pm
Finally an answer to my fight against the wild birds eating my chicken feed. I found what I think is called a Treadle feeder, a clever invention that only allows my chickens access to food when they step on a levered platform. The weight of the bird opens the lid allowing them to feast, and when they step off it closes. Awesome! Except so far, mine won’t even go near it, let alone stand on it.
I called the manufacture of the feeder and was told they’ve sold over a hundred so far and nobody has yet to have a flock not use it, until mine of course. The nice people who are building these feeders are from Cavecreek, Arizona, and are successfully selling them in a number of feed stores here in the Valley. I explained that it had been two days since I introduced the feeder to my birds and they still considered it a boogie man.
I felt bad watching them stare at it, and even worse knowing they were hungry, so I opened the box myself a few times to let them eat. That was a mistake, one that only prolonged the transition to the feeder. Showing them how to use it seemed rather silly anyway, and useless I might add. So, if there is such a thing as chicken training 101, I flunked.
The company was helpful and offered a few pointers that left me feeling assured that within a day and a half my birds would be eating out of the feeder. I did as told, offering them absolutely nothing to eat other than what was in the scary wooden box. Well, a day and a half passed, and my hens still hadn’t figured out the mechanics of a meal. I began to panic.
Thursday 7 am
The survival mode finally kicks in, and this little lady pictured below is Lady Madonna, the hero of the day. She’s a 4.5 lb. polish hen, and the hero who jumped on the platform and opened the door. It took about a second for all the other birds to realize she was having breakfast with the scary monster and nothing bad happened, so they all joined her. One by one they pushed and shoved their way on to the platform and feasted on the extra special goodies inside.
Lady Madonna isn’t very high in the flock’s chosen pecking order, second to dead last actually. Maybe that’s why she’s so smart, nothing has ever come easy in her world. She’s been beat up twice and put in the chicken hospital once for a month long recovery. Fat chance the others will ever accept her as one of them, especially with that goofy hat on her head. But a little respect for finding the vittles would be nice. Will she move up a notch in the pecking order? Perhaps, too soon to tell.
Sunday, one week later.
It’s been a slow process, I’m still not completely satisfied they are all using it on their own. I’m watching them closely, and still monitoring the feed consumption. I need another week to give this feeder my 100% seal of approval.
Update: Pitched the Treadle Feeder! My birds learned it was easier to kicked out ALL the feed onto the ground – very wasteful.