We have 6 girls that we’ve welcomed into the family. We use to have 3, Petunia, Hermione and Little Ninja.
It’s been a stressful day in the world of suburban backyard chickens. We have a serious moulter….
….who walks around like she’s drunk; we had to de-worm, de-louse, and re-nutrient all the ladies, and we are also trying to integrate 3 new Isa Browns into our already established flock of older ladies. It’s all a farmyard flurry here at the moment. Pity my wellies were full of water from leaving them out on the deck in the rain, otherwise I could’ve had a real Mrs Tweedy moment.
I was happy with 3 chickens, we only got 2 eggs every other day from them, but I was happy. Petunia is the mother hen, she doesn’t lay, but is my fav as she follows me around like a puppy dog. SO went out recently to see a man about a chicken and came back with 3. Barley, Ellie and Rosie. I suddenly had to learn about integrating new girls into our old flock. They did not play nice on first meeting. And to be honest, it scared the willies out of me, to see them all fluffed up and their wings flapping wildly as they struck out at each other. Even if it was through the chicken coop fence…
Anyway, the 3 new ones are temporarily in the under construction duck pen, and that’s where they’ll stay for some time at night. We let them all out together today for the first time (except Little Ninja, she’s far too vulnerable going through her moult). I stayed out there for an hour and a half just watching them, paranoid we’d have a major all in brawl, with chickens fighting for their lives, with feathers aflying and me running after them with a broom to break it up. But no, there was only a bit of stalking, and some wing flapping, and I could just hear the older girls telling the new girls to Back Off Sista, get outta my patch!!!
The new girls appear to not know the rules of my garden, though. Keep off!!! Don’t get chickens if you value the neatness of a nice patch of grass and an orderly backyard. They make a massive mess. They dig, peck, scratch, fluff, poop and generally get into everything. I got given a very attractive owl with a bobbly head, which I positioned near my fruit patch and this has worked a treat, it definitely scares them. Just like the bobbly head dogs that people have on the rear shelf of their cars. I hate those things, they’re freaky. I think I’ll have to get another one for the herb garden. They scratch and they dig and they eat all the bugs, worms, grubs, snails, caterpillars and table scraps from the kitchen, and they’re very productive, even if not laying. Before I transplanted all the herbs into the herb garden, I cleaned out the coop and put all the straw and the poop into the soil and dug it all through. Left it a few weeks and then transplanted the muddling along herbs from the big patch into their new littler patch. And they’ve been going absolutely gangbusters!
These photo’s of my herb garden were taken a week ago, and we’ve had so much rain over the past week that everything has almost doubled in size, but I’ve yet been able to take a decent snap of them.
Saying all that, I had to buy a carton of eggs today, to make a large batch of lemon curd and I was mortified that I had to pay $5.49 for 12 of them. Pfft paying for eggs, that’s like paying for tomatoes at the moment, seems absurd…