Last week I found a dead chicken in the pen. Yes, it was a shock. It was a black chicken. Standing at the garage door, looking at the chicken lying on its side, my first thought was it could be young Andrew. Maybe Darrington or Thomas had picked a fight with him. I looked to … More Well, Maybe Not Then…
One day I found Darrington, head rooster, limping and looking wobbly. Of course, I could not catch flighty Darrington, despite his ailment. I tried on a few occasions and called it quits until he went into the coop at night, as I didn’t want to make his condition worse by making him run around like … More What’s Wrong With Darrington? Not Mentally Speaking…
Guys, we have had rain, glorious rain! We have been weather forecast website groupies lately. The tanks were getting low and the rain kept frustratingly disappearing off the forecasts. Then we heard that a cyclone was heading our way and we were like, “Bring on the cyclone!” Ok, I know that sounds crazy in some … More In Which The Long-awaited Rain Arrives
I decided to only keep one of the Australorp-Wyandotte crossbred hens, Rory or Paris, to make space for the purebreds. They are full sisters, daughters of the late Mr Bingley and the late silver laced Lorelai. They are the last of Mr Bingley’s offspring. They have both proved useful in going broody and raising chicks. … More A Pro-con List: Rory or Paris?
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