Last week I posted about how Elsie and Rita, our rescue chickens, were settling in and how their condition is improving. This week, I bring you news of feathers. Rita had lost a lot of feathers when we got her – her entire back end was almost feather[…]

We’ve had Elsie and Rita for two weeks tomorrow. Two weeks already. They’ve settled in nicely; they’re enjoying the sun, loving the occasional worm they find, have created themselves a dust bath in their run and are generally enjoying life in the fresh air for the first time[…]

Backyard chicken keeping has many highs – the (almost) constant source of fresh eggs, the lovely personalities of the hens, watching them clucking around the garden …. but it has some lows too, such as when Ethel, Mabel and Doris met Mr Fox at Easter.  On Friday, you[…]

There hasn’t been a tale from the hen house recently, because, well, there haven’t been any hens. Over Easter weekend, Mr Fox decided to help himself to an Easter treat, and took Ethel, Mabel and Doris. We were heartbroken, but at least we know they spent their last[…]

Wow, today has not gone as I had envisaged. It’s Plum’s 6th birthday today and we had planned a day out to Wheelgate. Instead, we’re going tomorrow and I’ve promised a trip to see Santa as well whilst we’re there to make up for missing it today. I woke up[…]

There’s something very satisfying about making Yorkshire Pudding with eggs from your own hens. Yorkshire Pudding, or Orkshire Pie as PK insists on calling it, is a staple of roast dinners in this family. With plenty of roots planted firmly in Yorkshire thanks to my Mum’s side of[…]