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In the Brooder
Hi Everyone
My name's Lee, I live in the UK, in't North, with my partner, three children, and three chickens!
We inherited the chickens from our previous neighbours when they moved about a year ago. They asked my partner if we'd be able to take them so they know they're being looked after by someone they trust. I was initially against the idea, but I'm glad I let my partner talk me around (I don't get my own way very often, funnily enough) because the chickens have since provided me with a lot of happiness. The eggs are a nice bonus too!
As for breeds, we've got one Bluebelle, one Columbian Blacktail, and one... well, we call her Barbara. She's the family favourite.
I found out about this site while googling for solutions to our current problem: Barbara has taken it upon herself to eat the Blacktail's eggs. I caught her red-handed (well, yellow-beaked) for the first time this morning, but we've been aware of somebody eating them for the last two weeks. (Oddly, she doesn't seem to be eating her own eggs or the Bluebelle's eggs, since we get them nearly every day--we'll even occasionally find them laid in a puddle of egg, unscathed.)
A couple of people I work with also own chickens (what can I say, it's Lincolnshire) and both advised that we wring her neck, but I'm loathe to do so. We're going to start with separating her, and I might get some fake eggs from the country store that happens to be next to my workplace (again, Lincolnshire).
Anyway, a hearty hello to all of you. I hope your days are chicken-tastic.
Lee
My name's Lee, I live in the UK, in't North, with my partner, three children, and three chickens!
We inherited the chickens from our previous neighbours when they moved about a year ago. They asked my partner if we'd be able to take them so they know they're being looked after by someone they trust. I was initially against the idea, but I'm glad I let my partner talk me around (I don't get my own way very often, funnily enough) because the chickens have since provided me with a lot of happiness. The eggs are a nice bonus too!
As for breeds, we've got one Bluebelle, one Columbian Blacktail, and one... well, we call her Barbara. She's the family favourite.
I found out about this site while googling for solutions to our current problem: Barbara has taken it upon herself to eat the Blacktail's eggs. I caught her red-handed (well, yellow-beaked) for the first time this morning, but we've been aware of somebody eating them for the last two weeks. (Oddly, she doesn't seem to be eating her own eggs or the Bluebelle's eggs, since we get them nearly every day--we'll even occasionally find them laid in a puddle of egg, unscathed.)
A couple of people I work with also own chickens (what can I say, it's Lincolnshire) and both advised that we wring her neck, but I'm loathe to do so. We're going to start with separating her, and I might get some fake eggs from the country store that happens to be next to my workplace (again, Lincolnshire).
Anyway, a hearty hello to all of you. I hope your days are chicken-tastic.
Lee