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Evie has taken on the task of letting the hens out in the morning.

Today I noticed that the keys to the hen pen were missing. After scouring the house I gave up and decided to collect the eggs…

…and found a lovely warm set of keys under one of our hens.

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Painting the chicken house.

Thought it would be a good day to touch up the chicken house with a lick of paint. Even put a lovely chicken painting on the side.

Not sure why some of my ladies are now walking around with flecks of bright blue on their feathers…

PAINTING THE CHICKEN HOUSE

New chicks.

Meet our two latest additions to our chicken family, Bluebell and Gumball. They’re very young and won’t be laying for probably another month or so. They are very tame and don’t seem phased by all the commotion the other other chickens are raging at them through their mesh partition.
new chicks

All hail.

On a brighter note I couldn’t help but notice some odd behaviour from my chickens this morning. Normally when it rains heavily, they sprint under the hen house to wait it out until it eases but today was different.
In the most torrential hail storm they seemed to be sprinting around their pen like something irresistably tasty had landed in their midst.
They were eating the little hailstones as they fell like a fresh sprinkling of corn.

It hurts to laugh at the moment but I broke the frown for that one.

all hail

December the 7th.

dec 7 2015

Plucked.

Worst. Moult. Ever.
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Tall enough for eggs.

Gruff has grown a full inch since April this year which means he can now lift the lid to the nest boxes, reach his hand in and feel for an eggs. Hopefully he won’t get a grumpy peck!
tall enough for eggs

Give a chicken a strawberry…

…and stand well back, it gets nasty! STRAWBERRY

Mini eggs.

Well the young hen who laid one of the biggest eggs I have ever seen decided to have a break from laying for a bit, (I don’t blame her).
She has resumed laying but has taken a step forward for chicken emancipation and decided I can only have tiny little minuscule eggs from now on.
They are so cute though, not sure how many I’d need to make a cake. Any guesses?

mini eggs

RIP Butter.

Evie discovered Butter’s body on Sunday morning. She was outside and showed no sign of attack, she’d even laid her egg. Only just a year old too. Poor Evie was really upset (and it was one of the females we’d hatched out last year).
She’ll be missed.
rip butter

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