- Oct 27, 2014
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Hi Sirs and Madams!
I'm a tenant on a rural estate and my landlord and his boyfriend trade chickens as a sideline enterprise (amongst so many other crazy schemes). One day I came home and as I drove through the farmyard I saw three awesome, ridiculous-looking excuses for chickens.
3 little pekin bantams had been dropped off by a family from the suburbs after their neighbour complained to the council. They'd been popped in with all the large fowl birds and were now getting chased around something rotten. They were escaping the unwanted attention by squeezing under the gate and waddling off around the car park, yard, lane... luckily the weather was still dry but I knew they'd be a total mess as soon as the autumn rain started. I'm a soft touch, I've always been keen on chickens and after chatting to the landlord's partner he gave me them for free.
I had some spare shiplap planks lying around so I spent a few evenings knocking a basic little bantam house together, but by the time I'd finished, the littlest lemon/buff coloured one had vanished. This left me with the black speckled (Squeak) and the lavender (Bubble). The landlord's partner then found another random 'bantam' cockerel and gifted him to me. I have no idea what he is, but he's pretty and incredibly tame, a grey/lavender colour with a goldish saddle - now coming through with black splashes. I've called him Smokey Joe and he's definately my favourite.
I then got gifted ANOTHER cock, this time another pekin and I think he's 'partridge' or at least he looks similar. I've called him Henry but I've not taken any photos of him yet.
Squeak was the boss, but Henry was having none of it and is now in charge. She was a little sod for bullying Bubble (on the floor) when it was just the two of them.
Smokey Joe having a drink. I love this guy the most, but he is an utter coward. He is right at the bottom of the pecking order, but he doesn't get hassled by the girls anymore since Henry arrived. He's still last to eat in the morning. I'll top up the feeder and let them all out in the morning but he hides behind my wellies and cries whilst the others eat.
I just thought I'd share as I'm at the beginning of my chicken adventure. I've bought a massive quantity of reclaimed aviary pannels that need re-framing so I can make them a dedicated, fox-proofed run, but for now they are in the back paddock fenced off from the large fowl by nylon netting. Which the large fowl sometimes knock down to steal their feed and I come home to see Henry trying to do battle with a massive light sussex (that seemed oblivious to him tbh).
I realise that I probably won't be able to keep both boys together forever. Smokey Joe will probably realise that he's a lot bigger than Henry one day and he'll stand his ground, but I'll cross that bridge soon.
Cheers for looking,
Heather
I'm a tenant on a rural estate and my landlord and his boyfriend trade chickens as a sideline enterprise (amongst so many other crazy schemes). One day I came home and as I drove through the farmyard I saw three awesome, ridiculous-looking excuses for chickens.
3 little pekin bantams had been dropped off by a family from the suburbs after their neighbour complained to the council. They'd been popped in with all the large fowl birds and were now getting chased around something rotten. They were escaping the unwanted attention by squeezing under the gate and waddling off around the car park, yard, lane... luckily the weather was still dry but I knew they'd be a total mess as soon as the autumn rain started. I'm a soft touch, I've always been keen on chickens and after chatting to the landlord's partner he gave me them for free.
I had some spare shiplap planks lying around so I spent a few evenings knocking a basic little bantam house together, but by the time I'd finished, the littlest lemon/buff coloured one had vanished. This left me with the black speckled (Squeak) and the lavender (Bubble). The landlord's partner then found another random 'bantam' cockerel and gifted him to me. I have no idea what he is, but he's pretty and incredibly tame, a grey/lavender colour with a goldish saddle - now coming through with black splashes. I've called him Smokey Joe and he's definately my favourite.
I then got gifted ANOTHER cock, this time another pekin and I think he's 'partridge' or at least he looks similar. I've called him Henry but I've not taken any photos of him yet.
Squeak was the boss, but Henry was having none of it and is now in charge. She was a little sod for bullying Bubble (on the floor) when it was just the two of them.
Smokey Joe having a drink. I love this guy the most, but he is an utter coward. He is right at the bottom of the pecking order, but he doesn't get hassled by the girls anymore since Henry arrived. He's still last to eat in the morning. I'll top up the feeder and let them all out in the morning but he hides behind my wellies and cries whilst the others eat.
I just thought I'd share as I'm at the beginning of my chicken adventure. I've bought a massive quantity of reclaimed aviary pannels that need re-framing so I can make them a dedicated, fox-proofed run, but for now they are in the back paddock fenced off from the large fowl by nylon netting. Which the large fowl sometimes knock down to steal their feed and I come home to see Henry trying to do battle with a massive light sussex (that seemed oblivious to him tbh).
I realise that I probably won't be able to keep both boys together forever. Smokey Joe will probably realise that he's a lot bigger than Henry one day and he'll stand his ground, but I'll cross that bridge soon.
Cheers for looking,
Heather