I have now increased the chicken flock in Aspatria to 6, and the youngsters are all now laying. As ever with animals, all the hens have their own individual characteristics, and they all lay different eggs. Being a bit sad, I can recognise who has dropped what in the coop; but can you??
A bit of a clue: the new girls’ eggs are a bit smaller than the others.
So, here are the eggs:
And here are the suspects……. match a name with a number. If you can get all 6 correct in a week, then you win the eggs!!
So there’s the hens and the eggs. Try matching them up to win the makings of a huge omelette!!
As you may recall, Blackie died when Ian was in Antarctica. When he was in Austria, Mrs Frosty snuffed it. Last week there was further trauma when his favourite rescue hen, Scrappy, passed on to the great chicken coop in the sky. So from six chooks the flock was reduced to three.
Blackie’s bad leg made her come last in the race for the feed, and she has lost a lot of weight in a few days. It takes a great deal of energy to keep warm in this sub-zero weather even if you do have feathers, so that hasn’t been in her favour either.
So the Hen Hospital has been set up in the bathroom: warm, and with unchallenged access to a food bowl.
The bowl that apperently contains dog wee is actually contains water with Poultry Tonic additive. She is already looking perkier 🙂
The bathroom has an unusual aroma but fortunately not strong enough to be unpleasant. I don’t know what she thinks of the shower but she hasn’t tried to join me yet.
Its flipping cold out there, especially if you’re a chicken and living in a coop!
Today was the girls’ first experience of snow and they weren’t impressed. It took a while to encourage them out and when i did they huddled in a small mass of feathers.
To cheer them up a bit I rushed to the kitchen and rustled up a warm mix of: Pellets, corn, mealworms, celery and corn oil with warm water.
They loved it and were soon back to their happy selves, clucking and scratching round the run.
Blackie of course is not so good. She has developed a bad foot and can’t put weight on it. She walks on the wrist of her shank, and keeps overbalancing. I’m thinking of taking her to the vet on Monday….