Remember a few weeks ago when I told you all that I was collecting some rescued battery hens? Well finally got them, picked up 50 of the mottliest crew I had ever seen - BUT I love them!!!!! But what a sorry state they are in, hardly any feathers, pecked everywhere, colourless floppy combs, chickens without feathers on their necks look rather weird! That was two weeks ago and what a difference a couple of weeks makes. They are looking sooooo very much better, and are finally confident to move about more outside, they would huddle by the door just looking out! bless.....anyway I was so moved by their condition I have written a poem, tell me what you think.........
"The Fluffy Butts"
We started out so fluffy, but soon became so scruffy.
Trapped in cages, no room to move, no daylight, no air, just food, food, food!
Beneath our feet no warm soft straw, just wire that hurts and our feet are raw.
Another peck, and again one more, my back and neck are feeling so sore.
"Lay more eggs" thats all we hear, "come on girls your costing me dear"
We feel so crowded, our heads in a spin, the noise is deafening, and why can't the lights be dim.
But whats that noise, who is here, could it be that death is near?
No, it friends we hear them say, we have come to save the day!!
Released from our cages, our rescuers gentle, "come on girlies, now don't go mental"
Don't be afraid the end is in sight, for you are going to see daylight.
Your new homes are ready, easy now, just go steady,
Freedom at last, freedom to roam, freedom is an upright comb.
So we are taken to a place, by a Lady who said she loves our face.
We feel a breeze so soft and warm, and what is this....Lady says it's corn,
Time to rest our new mum said, for she is feeling truly blessed.
Just settle down all is fine, believe at last that your all mine.
So come my little Scruffy Butts, you'll soon become the Fluffy Butts.
(c) 2008
I am sending the poem to the Hen Welfare Trust, but I want to know what you all think first. Here's some pics....
"The Fluffy Butts"
We started out so fluffy, but soon became so scruffy.
Trapped in cages, no room to move, no daylight, no air, just food, food, food!
Beneath our feet no warm soft straw, just wire that hurts and our feet are raw.
Another peck, and again one more, my back and neck are feeling so sore.
"Lay more eggs" thats all we hear, "come on girls your costing me dear"
We feel so crowded, our heads in a spin, the noise is deafening, and why can't the lights be dim.
But whats that noise, who is here, could it be that death is near?
No, it friends we hear them say, we have come to save the day!!
Released from our cages, our rescuers gentle, "come on girlies, now don't go mental"
Don't be afraid the end is in sight, for you are going to see daylight.
Your new homes are ready, easy now, just go steady,
Freedom at last, freedom to roam, freedom is an upright comb.
So we are taken to a place, by a Lady who said she loves our face.
We feel a breeze so soft and warm, and what is this....Lady says it's corn,
Time to rest our new mum said, for she is feeling truly blessed.
Just settle down all is fine, believe at last that your all mine.
So come my little Scruffy Butts, you'll soon become the Fluffy Butts.
(c) 2008
I am sending the poem to the Hen Welfare Trust, but I want to know what you all think first. Here's some pics....
