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[…]

The girls have started laying again! Did you know that chickens moult? They do. We knew this of course, but it always takes me by surprise. Almost all chickens moult in early Autumn, when they shed feathers to be replaced by new ones. The don’t lose them all[…]

When the girls arrived, we thought we knew what the pecking order would be. Ethel, who looked the healthiest would take the top spot and poor Doris with her pale floppy comb and bald head would be at the bottom, everyone’s whipping boy.. errr…girl. For the first week,[…]

It’s now nine days since our girls left their overcrowded barn and came to live with us. We’ve all been amazed by the difference in them in that short time. Their feathers, stuck out at odd angles and rough to the touch a week ago, now lay flat[…]

Yesterday, we added three more members to our family. Whilst I went and collected the children from their week with grandparents, Stonelaughter popped off to collect the three chickens I had reserved. We had chickens once upon a time, before Bean was born. We started with three, but[…]