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A Flock of Hens in Every Yard

draft of the Chickens, Ducks, and Rabbits Zoning Amendment

Chicks and Ducks and Geese Better Scurry

Franklin County is writing new regulations regarding the keeping of poultry and rabbits on properties smaller than five acres in unincorporated townships. The good news is that for people living on lots smaller than one acre, you can finally keep chickens or ducks–not as many as in the City of Columbus if you have a small yard, but more than you could before.

The bad news…well, I’m not sure if it’s bad news or not. The old regulation prohibited animal agriculture on lots under five acres if they fit a certain description. Because our lot didn’t quite fit that description, it looked like we were exempt. The new regulation says it only covers the same lots covered by the old regulation. That would appear to mean that our lot is just as exempt from the new rule as it was from the old one.

If, for whatever reason, they decide that the new code does apply, it would basically outlaw any commercially viable animal agriculture on our land. The county planning and development office asked for stakeholder input on this about a month ago, and I sent them my recommendations. It appears that someone there read those recommendations very carefully, and then, point by point, did the exact opposite of every one of them.

If you have one acre, you’d be able to have up to 6 chickens or ducks (or a combination thereof, not to exceed six birds in total). But if you have 4.99999 acres, you can only have 8 birds. If you have 5.00001 acres, you can have thousands of birds, because you’re only regulated by state law at that point, and Ohio likes farms. (It’s a little fuzzier what the rule is if you have exactly five acres.) So, six birds an acre up to one acre. Then if you have 1.0001 acres, you can have eight birds. Two acres, no more birds, just the eight. Three acres, same thing, just eight. Four acres, again, just eight. Over five acres? You can open a CAFO. Once you have more than one acre, the allowable stocking density (birds-per-acre) actually drops further the more land you have…until you hit the magic exemption of five acres.

To further illustrate how ridiculous such a policy would be in practice, allow me to present a visual aid. Here’s a picture of the property in question. The county auditor says it’s 4.743 acres:

The white rectangle roughly approximates our property line. The building with the grey roof on the far-left of the property, right along the street, is the house I’m fixing up for us to live in. (That’s where the farm market will be, too, once it’s open.) On the east end of the house, hidden by trees, is an attached garage. Attached to the east side of that is a pole barn I use as a hen house. A little further east, you can see two little blue specks. Each of those specks is a broiler house that comfortably shelters 120 chickens at a time. (They also wander around in fenced-in enclosures attached to those houses.) The one you can see clearest, the one to the east and south of the other, the one I call BH2, is 12 feet by 16 feet. (That’s the one the thieves stole my chicks out of last spring.) If you actually look up 2624 Woodland Avenue on Google maps and zoom in really close, you can get quite a good look at it. You can also see the greenhouse I built just a bit to the east of the broiler houses. (It’s blocked by some trees, but you can still see it. It’s the white structure in the small clearing there.)

Here’s a picture of the inside of BH2 last year just before the rest of my chicks got stolen. It was when I was putting a new roof on the building. I think you can see about 30 little peeps in this picture. There might have been a few more under the hover brooder.

According to the new regulation, if it’s passed as written, that number of birds would be about four times the legal limit for a property that size. Look again at the picture of the property and the location of BH2. Menace to society? Public nuisance? Or is it overly intrusive, burdensome regulations that are threatening to become a nuisance here?

“Oh,” I can hear you saying, “but those are just teeny little baby birds. They take up a lot more room when they’re full grown!” That’s true. Let’s give a fair representation here.

That’s about 70 full-grown laying hens, all spread out picking through some grass clippings I had thrown into their run. See that white building in the upper-left corner? That’s the hen house I said is attached to the garage. These birds are only about 140′ from the street. They lived literally in the back of the house. There were several occasions when people met me at the front of the house and said they weren’t even aware there were chickens out back until either I told them there were or they walked around back and saw them.

The broilers are a little bigger by the time they reach slaughter weight (at just 7-8 weeks old). I’d say there are about 60 of them in this picture:

So imagine twice that many in that size house, or lounging around just outside of a house that size. While the hens like to talk to each other and cluck while they’re laying, the broilers are pretty much silent unless you startle them or when they get excited at feeding time.

Look again at that map. Now imagine if I had a chicken coop in the center of the property, where that red pointer is. Do you think anyone would notice if I had nine chickens instead of eight? I think I could have 500 and nobody would even know they were there. Just for a little perspective, let’s zoom out.

You can see that the farm is part of a much larger forest, about 45 acres, not counting the part south of Rosemont Center or on the east bank of Alum Creek. (That little red square to the west is where we live right now, and where I raised the chickens for several years before moving them to the larger property.) To the north of us is a lady who used to raise chickens herself. To the east are a couple acres of woods acting as a buffer between the chickens and the closest neighbor in that direction. Immediately to the south is a Columbia Gas substation. South of that is a long abandoned property with a burned-down house on it. West of there are a couple of urban homesteaders with an old poultry barn on their property. Yet further south is more wooded land and then South Linden Elementary School. If anybody is ever bothered by my ninth chicken, it’ll be because they’re trespassing.

But that’s just the beginning, folks. In this drafted regulation–which I should point out could be revised before being approved–chickens and ducks are the only sort of poultry allowed. No turkeys, no geese. That’s going to be a problem. The Department of Natural Resources will have to stop grazing their flocks on my land. I’ve seen both wild turkeys and wild Canada geese on our farm.

Rabbits are also restricted. If you have a house bunny hopping around your apartment, trained to use a litter box, and you happen to live in a township, you’ll be a criminal under this new code. Only someone with at least 0.125 acres can have a rabbit–and then they can have four!

I recall when I first started raising rabbits in southern Ohio, I had two or three cages stacked on top of each other in a corner of the bathroom in my apartment. I had a little garden in the back yard where I’d dump their droppings every couple of days. It was never a problem. I did move the cages outside after one of my doe’s bunnies started getting bigger. I had two does and one buck, with maybe about four or five bunnies surviving to adulthood. I kept them in a few cages on a little wooden stand by the garden out back. They mostly went unnoticed. Franklin County is saying that to have that number of rabbits, you’ve got to have between 0.25 acres and 0.5 acres. Half an acre up to just under one acre, you’ll be able to have a whopping 12 adult rabbits! If you have between one and five acres, they’ll let you have as many as 16. Never mind that if you have 4+ acres you probably already have that many rabbits living wild on your land, or the equivalent in squirrels, chipmunks, and groundhogs. No mention of hamsters, guinea pigs, or chinchillas.

And as if that weren’t enough, it’s not just that there’s a host of new laws to abide by. You actually have to get permission to attempt to comply with them. All of the pitiful little tokens I mentioned above–letting you have eight chickens or 16 rabbits on four acres–that’s all going to be illegal by default. You’ll have to submit an application and be granted a Certificate of Zoning Compliance before you can be granted these privileges! No word yet on what that’s going to cost, but you’ll have to supply a detailed site plan or “accompanying documentation” along with your application. There’s also no word on what the criteria will be for approval or refusal of applications, and whether there will be anything like an appeals process.

Last Regular Day of the 2012 Clintonville Farmers Market This Saturday

I planted about 120 feet of garlic on Monday. I’m hoping to get another 60′ or so in after the Local Food Council meeting today.

Providing the deer don’t eat it beforehand, I’ll have young Red Russian kale at the Clintonville Farmers Market this Saturday. Maybe some beets, too.

See you next week…

Hey, folks, I’m going to give the beets and kale another week before bringing them to market. I’m hoping they’ll get a little bigger by then. That being the case, I have only a couple handfuls of tomatoes and seven jars of peach glaze to sell–not enough to justify getting up early to load the car and stand at the market for three hours. I’ll see everyone next week, October 26th, the last day of the regular market at Clintonville. If you need any tomatoes or hot peppers before then, email me at wayne@frijolitofarm.com.

“Why Meet Your Meat” by Rachel Tayse Baillieul

It’s nice to see someone who gets it.

“Americans can buy butchered, trimmed, plastic-wrapped cuts from the meat counter that are as easy to cook as a vegetable. Simpler still, pre-cooked rotisserie chickens and frozen products only require a little reheating to serve. Restaurant dishes usually have no bones, scales, or other indication that the protein once belonged to a living thing.

This is all a fine, convenient thing, but it allows many people to be completely disconnected from the reality of eating meat. Eating meat – just like eating vegetables – requires that a living thing dies.”

Rachel closes by asking if you’ve ever looked your meat in the eye. I’ve been talking pretty regularly these past couple years to some deer I plan to eat in the very near future. They’re the ones that ate my chard last year and expanded their diet this year to include my beans, cucumbers, zucchini, bell peppers, eggplants, and most of my tomatoes. Over the summer, I’d chase them away, but now I don’t bother. Let ‘em graze. I’ll be grazing on them soon enough.

Puffballs, Peppers, and Tomatoes, Too!

I should have looked in the mushroom patch before I left for the Clintonville Farmers Market Saturday morning. When I came back, I found EIGHT giant puffballs growing there, a few of them quite large. I doubt they’ll keep until the market next Saturday, but you can still come pick them up at my house or have me deliver them. Anyone interested? Email me at wayne@frijolitofarm.com


Note the quarter in the center of the ring of mushrooms. It’s the little grey circle on the red stripe of the blanket.

According to this blog (The Spice Doc), I’ve been charging far too little for them. It says they go for $1.00 an ounce, meaning the biggest one I’ve got would be worth about $27.00! Had I taken it to the market, I suspect I’d have sold it for about $8.00.

One customer I talked to suggests slicing them, lightly sauteing the slices in olive oil, and then using them as pizza crusts. I haven’t tried it yet, but it sounds great!

I also have various types of tomatoes and hot peppers available:

I had an image of a basket full of plum tomatoes, too (Roman and Amish Paste, I think), but I chose not to include it since I cooked about half of them into a spaghetti sauce tonight.

This One is Totally My Fault

I’m not going to be at the farmers market this morning. I have stuff to sell. I have a few quarts each of tomatoes and hot peppers, as well as about 30 jars of peach jam. My car starts, too. We bought a new battery last weekend. Aside from a small cold, I’m not sick. There aren’t presently any family crises requiring my attention that I’m aware of. So why am I not coming? Because I have no money.

Well, duh. That’s WHY I go to the market, right? To make money. But Clintonville shoppers, especially at the beginning of the day, tend to like to pay with $20 bills for things that cost $5 or less. I used most of the money in my till  on our trip to Pennsylvania last week for my grandfather’s funeral, and I used the last of it a couple days ago buying groceries (eggs, of all things). That’s not as tragic as it sounds. I know we have enough money in the bank that, had I taken it out and converted it to small bills, would have been plenty to get me through the market today. And yesterday, I had a few hours in the afternoon where I was doing nothing but waiting for Noah to get out of school and taking care of Amalie while Mayda worked. I could have taken Ammy with me to the bank then, but I didn’t think of it, and the market opens the same time as the banks (which has always been a pain, but that’s a different story).

I’m sorry, Clintonville Farmers Market shoppers. Those of you with gift cards or who are willing to pay with a check or exact change, you know where to find me if you need tomatoes, peach jam, or hot peppers.

Pickin’ Up Pawpaws?

Sorry, folks. My car wouldn’t start this morning, so I’m not at the Clintonville Farmers Market as I had planned to be. Once we open our own store, this won’t be an issue.

In the mean time, I have a couple handfuls each of pawpaws and assorted hot peppers. Most of the pawpaws feel ripe. I’m pretty certain they won’t keep until next week. If you’re really eager to get pawpaws, let me know right away. If I don’t hear something by, say, Monday evening, I’m going to either eat them or make pawpaw butter out of them. My pawpaw harvest this year was only about 10% of last year’s. I also have a few ripe tomatoes. Three, actually. There are still several green ones in the garden.

Don’t look for me at Clintonville this week.

Sorry, folks. I’m not going to be at the Clintonville Farmers Market this weekend. I don’t have any vegetables ready, and I don’t have enough jam left to sustain sales for the duration of the market. I do have more peaches in the freezer to make more jam, but as I was sterilizing the jars to get started, I realized I’m out of sugar. (I make jam at night so I’m not heating up the house during the day.) If I wait for a grocery store to open and go buy more sugar, it’ll be late enough by the time I’m done that the jam won’t have time to set up before the market starts. I emailed Laura (the market manager) to let her know I won’t be there this week, but I’ll be there next week.

In the mean time, I still have this giant mushroom in my fridge. Nobody’s expressed any interest in it, so I guess I’ll just cook it.

A lot of the big tomato plants I had at the Woodland Avenue garden that had green tomatoes on them got eaten by deer. I ran them off as they were grazing on the plants. The plants had been about shoulder high. Now they come up to my waist. I still have about an equal number of tomatoes here in the Paul Drive garden, though. We haven’t had any trouble with deer here (on Paul Drive) this year. Just groundhogs and squirrels, which don’t do nearly so much damage. We had one ripe tomato a couple days ago (Ammy picked it and ate it), but we have lots of little green ones. Just a matter of time…and water.

More Homesteading in Clintonville

There’s a great article in Columbus Underground about a homesteading family in Clintonville (where else?) doing what more people ought to be doing. There are also several pictures and a well produced video there. If you’ve read John Jeavons’ “How to Grow More Vegetables,” you’ll recognize the painstaking planting technique demonstrated in the video.

Go see! http://www.columbusunderground.com/in-my-garden-clintonville-urban-homestead