Only one chicken


Gladys is the only chicken we have left, actually she has been on her own for nearly two years. We had separated her from our other girls as she was a bit of a bully, especially to our favourite Geraldine  who was very old and frail.
After Geraldine died, we decided as Gladys isn’t the friendliest of hens, she would be better on her own. She seems very content and is still laying most days.



Chicken news

Well there has been changes in the coup, little Gertrude sadly died during the winter so we bought two more girls Gladys and Edith

So then there was four, well things were tricky at first we neede to keep the oldies and newbies apart during the day. There was much squawking and nasty behaviour until a pecking order was established.

All was well for a while….until Daphne started display rather odd behaviour, she started to crow like a cockerel. This was never going to work, our neighbours are far too close. So a friend suggested someone who lived in the countryside who would kindly adopt her. She has lived there happily for the last year until she died peacefully last week in her favourite dust bath.

Things didn’t end there! with the matriarchal hen no longer around the dynamic in the coup changed and the newbies started picking on Geraldine. Things got so bad, we thought we might lose her because she looked so poorly! We had to do something fast, so we bought a rabbit hutch for her to sleep in and sectioned off the run. She was in such a bad way, only able to walk for a few steps before she fell over, we were sure she wouldn’t last the week. Well I am amazed and delighted to report, that even though we had the coldest winter since 1962 she is still with us. She comes out into the garden regularly with me chatting happy chicken chatter.


Slugs and hens

Gnome and chickens

The hens are such good company in the garden, although safe in their run they watch my every move. Chatting to me as I pass reminding me to throw random slugs and worms in for their pleasure. I have noticed Gertie (The Speckled Hen) despite her size always seems to grab the offerings first, I do keep trying to give poor Daphne a chance by throwing a dummy to Gertie, but all the happens is a kerfuffle of squawking, feathers and dust.
This very morning I found a slug who overnight had dared to destroy a self set sunflower seedling. He was literally *toast* for my three lovelies breakfast. Unfortunately they were so desperate to get there first, they charged towards me flapping madly in their fresh ash filled dust bath. I was covered in dust and the slug was lost in the confusion, free to murder more plants later.