Welcome to money Monday, where I share my highs and lows from a week of money management. Join in and share your week below. I’d love to hear from you!
Wise Money Management
This week I saved money by turning this:
How did I do this? With a little Potter-esque finagling? With a space age food replicator? Or, perhaps I used a subatomic particle rearranger?
Nope, none of those.
I used our two-legged helpers, affectionately known as “the girls”.
Here’s the not-so-terribly-accurate breakdown for the cost of owning these fluffy little egg factories:
- $480 – The cost of two years of flock ownership. This amount includes feed, bedding, treats, and miscellaneous supplies. It also includes the cost of one set of chicks and chick feed. We’ve owned chickens for 4 years, but I took the middle two years as an example.
- 1460 – The number of eggs (conservatively) that we’ve gotten from the gals over those two years. In reality, there were times when we were getting close to 9 per day, and times when we only got an egg. We had some real freeloaders for a while. This number reflects an average gathering of two eggs each day.
- $3.94 – The cost per dozen for eggs gathered from the chickens that live 30 ft. from our back door.
- A note on free range & organic: though we feed our girls a slightly more expensive pelletized food, they aren’t considered organic. They are “free range”, with plenty of open and wooded area to roam about. They also get some table scraps, lots of kitchen scraps, and garden waste in the summer.
- I live in Alaska, where I imagine the cost of feed is higher than in your location. Also, We could have reduced costs in other ways, but haven’t made much effort.
You might think that “magic” eggs for nearly $4/dozen aren’t a wise investment. I beg to differ.
Up here we can’t get eggs for much less than $3/dozen, and those are laid by some seriously sad fluffies. Not to mention, the yolks are day-glo yellow (ick!) and the shells are ghost white. Just a personal preference, but perfectly uniform, white-shelled eggs give me the creeps.
I got nuttin’. That’s a good thing, right?
Instead, take a look at my new obsession. As I enter my mid-thirties, I’m finally getting comfortable with myself: my fondness for folk music, my love of red and yellow, and my passion for all things Scandinavian.
I can’t stop playing this album by Icelandic singer Asgeir. It’s haunting, and familiar, and just perfect for a long, dark winter.
Here’s one of the songs from the album In the Silence. The song is called “Head in the Snow”, and begins, “Far up in the North, the nights can be so dark.”
How did you manage money wisely this week?
Or… what are you listening to this week?