Chooks

Our rescue chickens arrived on April 24th. There were six in total but Honey had a bad bottom so in her best interest we sent her away to join a more experienced home. She got the name Honey as we thought she may have a prolapse so smeared her bottom in honey and kept her in isolation for the night, we didn't just make this up apparently honey is a good cure. My grandmother always swore by a spoonful of honey but i didn't know its medicinal properties extended so far. Anyway, she still wasn't right in the morning so the nice lady from the rescue centre arranged to have her relocated before the other chickens pecked her to death. Apparently they do that kind of thing.

The chickens in boxes in the van

Inside the coup

Yes, you're chickens!

They are laying 3 to 4 eggs per day and the eggs are whoppers. At first, being ex barn hens they didn't want to leave the coup but now they're happily running around and love to peck at bare toes in the morning. We let them out around 8am, give them food and water then check back early afternoon for eggs and tuck them in for the night around dusk. Thankfully our neighbour Louise has very kindly looked after them on the numerous times we've been away.