Following my post almost a year ago, in which I reflected on our one year chicken-keeping anniversary, I thought I’d write a bit about what’s been happening since. Basically, not much. All is cool. In fact, we’re pretty obsessed with chickens now.
It surprised me how easily the chickens fitted into our lives. In fact, a couple of months ago we decided to get three more, and went back to the lovely Home Farm in Overton to pick out Sybil, Hatty and Ghosty/Navin/Pig Eye Jackson (don’t ask). They have settled in well, and despite regular squabbles over food and territory, are all laying eggs regularly. We’re eating a lot of omelettes and pavlova at the moment…
We’ve been spending a lot of time in the garden lately, tidying, weeding and preparing for a new shed. Being around the chickens every day, even if it’s just ten minutes, has meant that they are as used to us now as we are to them. They are excellent at “helping” in the garden. They follow us round, getting in the way. They are nosey, and peck at anything they deem to be food (wellies, fingers, lips!).
We’re very fortunate to have lovely friends to act as chicken-sitters when we go away, for which I am very grateful. There are always things going on with the chickens – Hatty has a habit of scaling a four foot fence, and Queenie currently has a cold – but I wouldn’t change them for anything. It dawned on us recently that we’re probably always going to keep chickens. And that’s totally fine with me. Turns out we’re just chicken people.