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It took way too long,
But she finally sang the egg song!
One egg today!
Hip Hip Horray!

My Wheaten Marans Monica laid this beauty in the nesting box today:


It's been three months, but I finally have a laying chicken again xD

Thanks Monica!


I took this picture two weeks ago, her comb is practically double in size now!

Little Update:
Selma has resumed laying after her moult (finally!) and Monica laid two eggs in one day!

Also an article I wrote is being featured on the main page!!!! e

Hey all!
I haven't posted much, I will change that soon.

To be honest, I haven't been feeling great recently but I'm getting much better.

I don't have much chicken news, they are laying well and happy.

I took my dogs for a long walk a couple of days ago and had a great time. The puppy has grown so much and keeps Meg on her toes as she ages.









Hope you are all well

Finally my little Frizzled Polish pullet has become a hen! She laid the cute tiny egg last night. It's so small that it won't even fit in my egg holder so I have had to get the ceramic chicken out that I use for holding bantam eggs.

Also, my Marans has taken to laying in the corner of the coop instead of the nesting box, apparently the line for the favourite nesting box is getting too long for her to wait!

The little egg

Compared to my large wheaten Marans egg.

My egg holder

The ceramic chicken

Hello all, I haven't been online in a while. The main reason is that on the Friday before last, Babs died. She was 4 and a half years old, which is a good age for a hen rescued from a battery farm. She was the first hen that I ever got, three years ago, and, I'll be honest, she was my favourite hen.

She died of old age. Which somehow makes it even more bittersweet, she is the first hen I have had to die of old age and not a predator. In that way, I am glad slightly because I know we gave her the best life we could.

I came home on Thursday to find her in the coop, lying down, struggling to breathe. I cuddled her and went to be expecting her to be gone by morning. She had gotten worse but was still alive. She wouldn't eat or drink. I decided to go and telephone the vet, to see if it was worth euthanising her rather than prolong her suffering. By the time I had returned, she was gone.

Out of all of the chickens I have had, she was my favourite and I will miss her.

Rest in Peace, Babs.

The first photo I have of her

And the last.

Meet new Pullet Phoebe, a DaisyBell Hybrid, who is 16 weeks old (?). The other chickens have taken well to her. They are wary of eachother still but it is getting much better.