It’s been a while. Probably a year in fact since we last had chickens.
We’ve had them off and on since we moved to the farm but, as I’ve told you before, Mr Fox paid us a few visits and then when I got pregnant with Baby G, Hubster sold them because, and I quote, he didn’t want to look after my dog, sheep, rabbits AND chickens while I was in confinement.
A) what century are we in. Confinement.
B) why just the chickens?
Anyway I reluctantly allowed him to sell them. However the farm just doesn’t seem like a farm without hens so I had one of my small coops mended and yesterday, the children and I went to pick two ladies from a flock at another farm up the road.
Meet Beryl and Sylvia.
Beryl is a Black Rock and Sylvia (the more silvery one of the two) is a Speckeldy.
I only have one photo so far because the seemed a bit shy so I just left the with food and water to settle in.
I am so happy we have chickens again and I am going to encourage Boo to go and collect the eggs.
If you have ever wanted to keep chickens yourself, here is my easy guide.