Paying the Viking's Price

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Hens

Yesterday one of the Black Rocks died. It was more than seven years old and so its demise was not entirely unexpected.
I buried it, put a potted canna over the grave to prevent any grave robbing foxes and telephoned the MacDonald's farm. They have supplied us with hens over the years and yesterday was no expection. We now have four more hens. Two Goldenline and two Light Sussex. If you want to know about he breeds, you can read about them on the Haydon Bridge Hen website.
We picked the hens up late last evening and put them in the hen house with food and water, having clipped their wings first. Then the pop hole was closed until almost dark. The remaining hens had gathered around the pop hole and went in quite quickly. We also did not have a mass escape by the new hens.
This morning I let them out. They all went on to the path and none are hidden in the henhouse.
Tonight, I shall have to make sure none decides to roost in an unusual place.

The Junior Duck Patrol seems to be mostly comprised of drakes. I am hoping that they will get along but fear duck wars. When we had cockrel wars, I ended up being the person delegated to dispatch the cockrels...My dh being woken up at 3:30 am was a worse thought than having to dispatch. That being said, I have avoided dispatching ever since...

The wip is in its final 10k. Onwards and upwards.

2 comments:

Donna Alward said...

Michelle, that post was for the birds.

Allison said...

I'm potty about hens. I've got Marans and Pekins. The Pekins have got feathery legs and wobble when they run. Sick, i know, but they make me giggle everytime i see them.