At the beginning of June this year we acquired our five Black Rock hens... Overdosed on chicken info and got so confused by all the conflicting 'do's and don’ts' that we ended up treating them like prize poodles.. Within the first two days I was certain I saw one 'yawn' which was a definite sign of some worm infestation or other, every poo was examined for colour and consistency, every slight squabble would in my mind result in a terrorized bald chicken being segregated for life.. Well some weeks later we're relaxed, they're happy free ranging - they haven’t drowned in the pond, haven’t been eaten by our cats, or dogs, haven’t got themselves lost, poisoned, abducted or met with some other dreadful fate in our garden...
I've come to the conclusion that chicken keeping is just plain fun. No matter what mood I’m in, seeing them tearing across the lawn at breakneck speed as soon as they spot me is a tonic and can’t fail to put a smile on my face... There's nothing as soothing as their absentminded clucking as they scrape around for food..
I dont even mind getting up at ogodockclock in the morning... every morning... rain or shine dressed in nothing but a dressing gown and whatever is available on my feet to let the ladies out , say good morning and feed them... good init??
All we're waiting for now is the first egg!!
Oh and today they rediscovered the veg patch... well Tony was about to harvest all of the beetroots anyway... not a single leaf left....
I dont think it will be too long before we expand our flock with three or four ex battery hens... Cant be bad can it.. not even the foul :wink: weather has wrecked my mood, you should be able to get chooks on the national health! :idea: