Sleeping disorder

A change of location is always a bit unsettling, but our new chickens are having some unexpected problems – “just where are we supposed to sleep?”

I assumed, incorrectly as it turned out, that they would prefer to sleep in their straw filled carry box. No. This is where we found them the first night.

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Sitting on top of the nesting box

Obviously our girls are of an age where they prefer to roost. So today we spent some time re-arranging the pen and adding a special roosting area. Cue this evening.

I was running late shutting the chooks away for the evening. So they decided for themselves. If in doubt, sit on the roof of your pen!

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What? this looks good to us

So finally having managed to persuade them to go inside their safe house for the night we have our fingers crossed that the chooks will finally get onto the right perch.

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Taking responsibility

It was inevitable that having taken delivery of five un-sexed chicks before Christmas that some of them would turn out to be roosters. We had decided, from the start, that we only wanted to raise laying hens, not meat birds. So we knew that we would need to deal with any roosters. Earlier this week we killed our two roosters.

I won’t provide details of the procedure – there are plenty of places where you can read that on the internet. I do want to note that from the time we caught the birds to their deaths was a matter of only a few minutes. The rest of the flock was sequestered away from the proceedings. We took responsibility for the raising and the killing of our birds.

What has upset me, more than actually killing our roosters, was being left an unsigned note of complaint from one of our neighbours about the crowing of the birds. I would have preferred that they approached us so we could tell them what action we were taking.

The poet Robert Frost quotes a saying that “good fences make good neighbours”, all I can say is that anonymous notes do not.