Two months ago, three bedraggled, unloved chickens made the lucky escape from battery farm to come and live with us! Two months ago I could tell the difference between them, but a healthy diet, fresh air and sunshine can do wonders for a chickens feathers, they've almost completely grown back and now I don't know my Betty from my Beryl or Ethel!! Since they first arrived we've built them their own area at the back of the garden. Our garden isn't secure and I couldn't trust the gate to stay closed, visions of chasing after the chickens as they escape up the road so we had to think of something. The big lad remembered seeing loads of old floorboards in the roof space. With the wood, joined to the trees at the back and covered in chicken wire we fashioned a shabby chic run, they seem happy enough, plenty of room to run about! Most days we get two eggs, and when we have eggs coming out of our ears we give them to friends, family and neighbours. Although our next door neighbour seemed slightly afraid of trying one of our chickens eggs, it was like I was asking him to eat poo, I've yet to find out what he thought of the egg, probably put it straight in the bin!
|Betty, Beryl or Ethel??|
|Mary in her new hiding place, Seymour can't see her here, in the middle of the spring onions! OH! It's nearly time for the chickens to be put to bed, better run xx|