Shadrach's Ex Battery and Rescued chickens thread.

[Perris]

Can we see more pictures of the four others ?

sure; I've been out all day; I'll post them later.

I need a family tree of your chickens. I love the local names but it's beginning to feel like the Tolkien elvish and dwarves family tree

So do I I never got beyond The hobbit, but I can imagine anything Tolkien can get a bit complicated. My problem is uncertainty over paternity, since I don't use breeding pens.

Phoenix was the only one of the three male Penedesencas to get to pass on his genes before he himself passed, far too young. The three females from the same batch of hatching eggs (hatched end June 2021) are all fine, and all have offspring, but Tintern appears to be the only male who's come through to date who is 75% Pendesenca (Killay was Phoenix's son by Maria (Araucana)). Hopefully the 25% Araucana will protect Tintern from whatever congenital weakness/ fault in his ancestry was fatal for his grandfather's generation.

 

[fluffycrow]

I’m so sorry to read this!

I'm so sorry about you losing Lady Gaga and Erica.

Thank you

 

[fluffycrow]

Congrats on the picture of the week, @fuzzi! Still love those extra legs.

Congrats on the POW @fuzzi ! A very lovely picture

 

[fluffycrow]

Soo very sorry your losses.
Even I will miss Lady Gaga.

Edit typo

Thank you, BDutch . With how vocal you were about not liking his name, I think you grew to like him more

 

[fluffycrow]

Gwynedd, Llandeilo, Oxwich, Rhondda and Tintern are 1 today! Tintern now looks very like his granddad Phoenix
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Can't wait to see that tail when he's finished moulting.

A belated happy birthday to your beauties!

 

[Perris]

Further to https://www.backyardchickens.com/goto/post?id=28019630 here are the other birthday boy and girls from yesterday: Gwynedd

Llandeilo

Oxwich

and young broody Rhondda

 

[fluffycrow]

A dry and sunny but chilly afternoon at 9C with a stiff NE wind.
This month marks the end of my third year of attempting to improve the lives of the the chickens that have had a miserable life at the hands of those who belong to the field group.
One by one, I, with the help of our current treasurer, have removed from the field group those who stood by and did nothing knowing that the chickens were neglected, starved and abused. The last one bar C will lose their membership this year.
Henry and I are getting old. Both us are mainly interested in eating, sleeping and bathing in the weak Autumn sunshine. We did a bit of that today.
There is only Henry and Fret left out of the 26 chickens that I found there on my first day. I hope that those chickens that got to feel lush green grass under their feet, got to eat proper foraged food, found space to fly, made friends and perhaps enemies in the group will recall if such a thing is possible, the better years; I know I will.

There are now three generations of chickens at the field. None bought for pennies from some disgusting farm store bin or sent through the postal system never knowing their mother or father, or more often than not, their siblings; just product, not life.

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The chickens have a much better life thanks to you, often at the expense of your own health. You've drastically turned their life around, and made what was once a terrible situation into a much, much better one. At the same time, this thread has been an amazing resource for so many people. Even personally, in the very short while of me being here, I've learned a lot, and changed a whole lot more when it comes to my keeping practises. You've given so much to the chickens, not just your own, but to chickens across the world

I think (though I don't have any say at all) the name of the thread is exactly what it needs to be. An homage to a past very different from the present, and to the chickens gone, but not forgotten; a celebration of how far you, the chickens, and the allotment itself have come in those three years

 

[fuzzi]

The chickens have a much better life thanks to you, often at the expense of your own health. You've drastically turned their life around, and made what was once a terrible situation into a much, much better one. At the same time, this thread has been an amazing resource for so many people. Even personally, in the very short while of me being here, I've learned a lot, and changed a whole lot more when it comes to my keeping practises. You've given so much to the chickens, not just your own, but to chickens across the world

I think (though I don't have any say at all) the name of the thread is exactly what it needs to be. An homage to a past very different from the present, and to the chickens gone, but not forgotten; a celebration of how far you, the chickens, and the allotment itself have come in those three years

This is my favorite thread, and usually the first one I check daily. I have learned much from everyone here, and enjoyed observing the lives of the flock.

 

[HiEverybirdy]

So sorry to hear she is gone.
When did this happen?

Miss Carbon passed probably overnight between 8/19 and 8/20.

This is my favorite thread, and usually the first one I check daily. I have learned much from everyone here, and enjoyed observing the lives of the flock.

Same here.

 

[HiEverybirdy]

A dry and sunny but chilly afternoon at 9C with a stiff NE wind.
This month marks the end of my third year of attempting to improve the lives of the the chickens that have had a miserable life at the hands of those who belong to the field group.
One by one, I, with the help of our current treasurer, have removed from the field group those who stood by and did nothing knowing that the chickens were neglected, starved and abused. The last one bar C will lose their membership this year.
Henry and I are getting old. Both us are mainly interested in eating, sleeping and bathing in the weak Autumn sunshine. We did a bit of that today.
There is only Henry and Fret left out of the 26 chickens that I found there on my first day. I hope that those chickens that got to feel lush green grass under their feet, got to eat proper foraged food, found space to fly, made friends and perhaps enemies in the group will recall if such a thing is possible, the better years; I know I will.

There are now three generations of chickens at the field. None bought for pennies from some disgusting farm store bin or sent through the postal system never knowing their mother or father, or more often than not, their siblings; just product, not life.

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I went back and looked at the first pages of the thread, with the first picture of "Henry 11." You've certainly given him many enjoyable days of hunting and soil bathing with Fret hiding under his bumbum.

That old coop was atrocious!