There isn’t a chicken on the dining table anymore. Half Pie, the six-week-old chick has been reintegrated into the flock. Who knew that minor injuries could cause such a hoo-ha? In the past when I have had a chicken separated from the flock it has either been in the big cage in front of the woodshed, … More I’m a Planet Too: A Diary of Half Pie’s Reintegration
It is time for another game of Hen or Roo? The chicks are now six weeks old, almost fully-feathered and I think I was wrong about a couple of my earlier predictions. But first, a little conundrum. The Smoky Chick is a little bit of a mystery. I noticed that he/she had some light brown … More Hen or Roo? Round Two
The title of this post may sound like an allusion to food, but don’t worry, it’s not. Half Pie, one of Frodo’s almost-certainly-a-male chicks is very much alive. After receiving minor peck injuries on his four-week-old face during sibling squabbles and even more traumatisingly being set-upon by his own mother upon his brief post-treatment return, … More Half Pie: The Dining Room Chicken
And then there were 11. It doesn’t sound so bad, except eight of them are chicks and one is a rooster. Ah well, I may be keeping more female chicks than I had anticipated. The babies are 4 weeks old now. They have coped well through a horrible, rainy, winter period. The sun came out … More And Then There Were 11: Onwards and Upwards. Or Sideways…
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