Some people don’t ‘get’ it…Most people like the chickens, chooks have their own little quirks and are amusing to watch. Some people like to ‘joke’ about killing and eating them. Can’t say I find it funny or ever will. But thankfully those are in the minority or at least know when to stop.
My chickens regularly wander into the house. Flower mooches in and makes her way upstairs to thomas’s room where she will perch and watch tv with him.
I’ve always wanted chickens, ever since we bought this house & hubs always said no. I think he only gave in after the devastating time we had with Dad being taken gravely Ill.
(To cut a long story short Dad was brought back from the brink by amazing itu staff moved to general ward then suffered a catastrophic brain haemorrhage because of incompetent nursing staff. I nursed him round the clock supported by my sisters the following few days til he died. We then had to wade through a year of pre inquests & endure his inquest by jury)
So I’d had a pretty pants year and because of that I was allowed some chickens. I got two ex batts. Posh & pecks. Love the way they are so inquisitive and do things like jump up and run off with my sandwich.
They also very quickly told the greyhound who’s boss 🙂
Then I got 3 bantam Plymouth rocks.
I bought a box of pekin cockerels (they were supposed to be girls) from ardingly, frizzles noodles, Alice and two smooth reds.
There have been downsides, Dave & 2 of the rocks died 😦
And some of the others went to fab homes.
Thats todays gratuitous chicken blog mainly just to say there is more to chickens than eggs, KFC, yorkshire puddings and gravy! they make fab pets and are great little characters to have bimbling around the garden (or the living room)
DISCLAIMER: having got them a new massive shed I can AND will do one more hatch 🙂