Thursday 18 February 2010

Good job they make me smile

Our chickens are useless!!

Well, they make me smile every time I see them, but their egg laying is useless.

We have been discussing culling the extra cockerels for several days now. Deciding that we can't kill the ones that we've named but the three little ones would be possible. Can't do it today, it's raining, can't do it today, it's too cold, can't do it today.........................

Well we did it today. As usual in our life it was an, ok let's do it now sort of decision. Up, breakfast, out to the chicken run and grab them. Well, Him Outdoors grabbed them. Lots of fluttering around the run but once he'd grabbed them and put them in the box they just sat quietly. The others were a bit irritated at their breakfast being disturbed but didn't seem to bother. Then we followed the instructions given to us on our learning day (see first post) and we were fine.

Have to say, it's not something I want to do often and fortunately we won't have to. There are only two hens that lay any eggs and Mrs Wembley is sitting on three of hers so she won't be laying any more for months. Nina may well be laying but not anywhere that we can find them so she may well turn up with a load more babies (nine last time hence the name). None of her last lot of babies have laid anything yet.

As I said, it's a good job they make me smile.

1 comment:

  1. Chickens are nice, aren't they? We bought a load from a battery farm, so bred to lay, and lay they do, years down the line and long after their 'sell by' date.
    It was lovely to see them turn from petrified, scraggy things to plump, self satisfied ladies in just a few eeeks.