Well I’m sure they will be fine fut my new charges are going to have to manage till tea time all on their own. I’m off to Green Hammerton with a van full of plants for their food fair – meanwhile the chicks are going to have to sort themselves out.
Elsie, the old hand was first out of there this morning, still protesting at having to be cooped up with all these new girls. She’s been clucking in disgust since last night! They were a bit surprised that they were allowed out again, but the little ex-batts gingerly tripped down the ramp and into the sunshine for a second day.
We had a little tragedy yesterday as well. One of the baby wrens had fallen out of the nest. I tried to pop it back in but it was promptly chucked out again. I can’t believe they’re nesting in my shed – right by the door – so they’ve got me in and out all the time but they seem perfectly content. Mummy shoots in and out through the hole in the side and the rest of the little ones, I think there are 4 left, are squeaking with their beaks open.
Ok well fingers crossed they’re still here when I get home….
Elsie is a cute, but quite determined hen. Maybe this is a trait of hens, I’m not sure yet, but I suspect I will come to understand them…… Today she was free from her little prison, the idea being that she would have come to know where home and food and water is by being left in her house for a day or two, but also I had been out all day and I wasn’t sure yet that she could be left out. So off she went, into the garden next door, into the gap where she was trapped between the hut and the fence, but eventually she settled down and scratched and pecked her way around and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
But what to do when it’s time for bed? Having sought advice about how to get your hen back in her house at bedtime, I was advised to start a trail of chicken feed and talk to her. Hah! She wasn’t listening to me…..oh no, she was listening to the call of the wild – or something. Only one things’ for sure, whenever I went anywhere near her she went off in the opposite direction. Anyhow I persisted and persisted and eventually she got the message and stepped into the hen house, and so she’s safely tucked up for the night. Phew.
How on earth will I manage when she has some friends? I’ve asked about getting her a couple of pals, I think she’ll be much happier…..and I shall have eggs! What a bonus. So far Elsie has laid an egg every day, I suspect I may be eating omelets a little bit more often than I do at the moment, but very nice omelets.