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Grub generation

The grub generator is in action again, this time stocked with an unfortunate young rabbit that met its end at the mouth of an unknown assailant.  If our dog had killed it, he would have waved it around proudly and eaten most of it, but I discovered the body on a path in an attitude of sleep (there was trauma to the side it was lying on though).  It will be transformed to chicken food now.

Chicken Dinner- Generating Grub (s)

Warning:  Disgusting factor on this post high.  Cute factor nil.  It’s about larvae.  For cute, click for chicks.

I had a hen die of natural causes.  I was digging a hole to bury her in when I thought, What am I doing?  I need to use her as a protein generator, a la Harvey Ussery.  His wonderful, destined to be classic, The Small-Scale Poultry Flock suggests creating your own, and better quality, chicken feed, in part by generating grubs from offal.

I don’t think we have the estimable black soldier fly up here in Nova Scotia, but there’s no shortage of flies to lay eggs on dead things.

I got a beat up old metal bucket that has been drilled full of holes in the bottom, rolled the stiff bird into straw and jammed her in the bucket surrounded by straw.  This is supposed to make her smell less.

Then I hung it up with a grub catching bucket beneath it, hoping for the best.

2015-07-13 08.22.39On the first day, there was nothing but a few big black scary-alien-species carrion beetles in the bucket.  Oh well.

Then it started to smell.  About like you’d expect.  Sniff sniff. Did something die around here?

Couple days later, I look, and wow!  A seething mass of beige grubs!  And more ugly black beetles.

2015-07-13 08.23.48Grubs were just dripping out of the crack in the upper bucket.

2015-07-13 08.22.15Interestingly, the appearance of the grubs coincided with a sharp drop in the smell factor, from noxious to not noticeable.

I fed those grubs to the hens.  It was anti-climactic.  In the several seconds it took me to take a couple pictures, everything was consumed, including the beetles.  I wasn’t expecting that.


Oh, but then… in the evening, the bucket had a wondrous quantity of grubs in it.

2015-07-13 20.05.28
One day’s worth.

Stomach turning, really.

When I overturned this bucketful for the hens, I got a better reaction.  The usually reserved, stay in the background rooster lost the plot entirely, shrieking his food notifications, bombing his big body into the middle of the pile and doing the chicken moonwalk so that all the hens flew up squawking in surprise.  I’ve never seen him lose his composure like that.