The chickens have called for an election, but I think it was my doing. I ousted Paris, top hen. She didn’t go back to laying after moulting, which was very unlike good-laying Paris. The reason I kept her around, as the last crossbred, was because she was good at laying. There were a few days … More The Chickens Have Called For an Election
A few decisions have been made about male chickens in the last few weeks. The two older cockerels, or young roosters, Winston Cheepers and James Claw, had both started active duty and the hens’ eggs were showing as fertilised. This got me thinking about the next hatch and who I wanted to keep to breed … More Winston Cheepers: The Kingmaker
We set the chickens free. I opened the gate, herded them out of the pen and they are slowly getting used to wandering around the garden. Why? Because they are our little workers, specifically, our weeders right now. There are too many weeds around the garden for me to keep on top of, especially after … More In Which The Chickens Get Set Free
While everyone’s been stockpiling random items from the supermarket, I guess you could say I’ve been stockpiling chickens. I’ve had young cockerels to butcher, between the age of 11-13 weeks. You may remember the discovery of red feathers on the blue Frodo cockerel, in the previous lot of youngsters and how I had then determined to … More Have I screwed up my Chicken Breeding Plans?