Well, after 6 months without any chickens, Morehens Disease has hit me yet again. I cleared out all the pot-grown vegetables from the run, reassembled the coop, re-installed the perches, bought a nice sack of organic pellets on eBay using a £5 off token, also more oyster shell, put down clean Aubiose, and set off to the local poultry farm, who today have hundreds of new pullets in stock for the first time since selling out in the mad March scramble for chickens.
Came home with four new girls, - what names they give them - a Goldilocks (looks a bit like a buff Sussex hybrid) a Marsbar and a Skyline (both CLB X Marans but very different colours, one is barred like a Marans the other is more like a brown leghorn) ) and a Partridge (basically a brown leghorn hybrid.) With three potentially flighty breeds, it’s a good thing there’s a roof on the run and high perches for them to fly up to. After a long journey from Ireland, and all the racket in the chicken sheds with all the newly-arrived pullets being chased around, it was lovely and quiet for them in my run - until Poppy got out and was DELIGHTED to find I had provided new entertainment to bark at and chase, some terrier fun through the mesh. Totally unabashed when told what a BAD DOG she was. I almost never have to tell Poppy off, and on the rare occasion when I do, it just rolls off. I suppose she has forgotten about hens. Also as the hens get older they learn to ignore her, so it’s not nearly so much fun.
I notice on the farm’s website that several breeds are out of stock already, after the first day’s selling. Good thing I got there early.
Came home with four new girls, - what names they give them - a Goldilocks (looks a bit like a buff Sussex hybrid) a Marsbar and a Skyline (both CLB X Marans but very different colours, one is barred like a Marans the other is more like a brown leghorn) ) and a Partridge (basically a brown leghorn hybrid.) With three potentially flighty breeds, it’s a good thing there’s a roof on the run and high perches for them to fly up to. After a long journey from Ireland, and all the racket in the chicken sheds with all the newly-arrived pullets being chased around, it was lovely and quiet for them in my run - until Poppy got out and was DELIGHTED to find I had provided new entertainment to bark at and chase, some terrier fun through the mesh. Totally unabashed when told what a BAD DOG she was. I almost never have to tell Poppy off, and on the rare occasion when I do, it just rolls off. I suppose she has forgotten about hens. Also as the hens get older they learn to ignore her, so it’s not nearly so much fun.
I notice on the farm’s website that several breeds are out of stock already, after the first day’s selling. Good thing I got there early.