Category: Tales from the Hen House
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[…]
