Please can we come in?
Either the chickies don’t understand that they’re not human…
Or they think that we’re chickens?
Archive for the Chicken Category
Do you want to see my cock?
I’m really rather proud of him…
And show him off to everyone I can!
Complete strangers…
The vicar…
Even the local Girl Guide leader…..
Although she said she’d quite like to eat him!
Alas, poor Letty….
Letty has gone missing…
I rather think that she had a crush on me as she used to wait for me to put her to bed every evening.
And she would come up to the door and try to get into the house!
But last night she wasn’t there and there were some feathers on the ground.
I hope that the foxes haven’t got her?
The biggest Cock you’ve ever seen!
Isn’t Edna handsome?
He was a bit mixed up when he discovered that he wasn’t a girl….
And, for a while, was pretty confused…
But now he seems quite happy about being a bloke…
And we have bonded. Me and him… we’re mates!
Cleaning out the chicken shed…
I’ve learned the hard way…
That there’s absolutely no point in trying to be tidy when I clean out the chicken shed…
Whatever I do…
They just march in and change all around!
Don’t know why I bother really?
Edna the cock!
Edna and I were having a beer and a chat this morning…
You know, like guys do…
And he said…
“You know mat, you haven’t mentioned me for a while.”
So, here’s Edna the Cock for you!
Alas, poor Henrietta….
Henrietta was always one of the more adventurous chickies…
And it seems that she may just have wandered too far…
There’s been no sign of her for the last day and I do have to fear the worst…
I luuurve my chickies!
I do have to admit…
Without hesitation and in full public view…
In full knowledge that I shall be measured by my words…
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The Edna Story!
OK. I know that you’re all interested so…
I can finally reveal the result of my studies into Edna’s Gender Problems…
Edna the cock…
Now I’ve been having my suspicions about Edna…
For one thing, when I feed the chickies in the morning, she insists on being fed by hand – all the other chickies just grab the bits of bread and scurry off.
And then there’s the cock-a-doodle-doing thing….
Do this sound like a female chickie to you?
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We need to talk about Edna…
I’ve been wondering about Edna for some time…
She doesn’t seem to be laying many eggs…
Actually – none would be a good approximation!
I should be so lucky….
This chickie was given to me as a birthday present back in mid June…
She’s an eater (and is a breed that puts on weight rather than lay lots of eggs…) and as such, she should have been dispatched and put in the pot some time back in August.
For one reason or another she got lucky and escaped her fate…
And now she’s a bit too old for roasting, although she’d make a great stew!
Why is it?
Why is it that as soon as I clean out the chickie house and replace the straw…
The chickies rush straight back inside and toss the straw about until it’s exactly how they want it?
Gertie again!
Well, Gertie seems to have been at it again!
We had some friends, Martin and Carolyn, round for a little mushrooming foray and Carolyn noticed something a bit strange behind the lilies!
Gertie and the eggs…..
We’d noticed that we weren’t getting quite as many eggs as we used to…
We put it down to the change in weather.
And then we discovered Gertie’s hiding place!
I want a crisp too!
Sometimes The Girlie and I have been known to sit outside with a little glass of wine to sip and a few crisps to nibble on…
Henrieta can hear a bag of crisps being opened from a mile away!
She always joins us…
And makes a nuisance of herself…
Until we give her a few crisps too!
Chickies! They’re worse than children!
Father and the Chickies
The chickies seemed to be rather fond of Father….
I don’t know if it was the beard they liked….
Or perhaps they just thought he was an easy touch?
Wine O’Clock…
Sometimes the Girlie and I like to sit in the garden with a nice glass of wine and a good book to read…
No matter how quietly we sneak out, the chickies always seem to know!
And they come to join us…
They like crisps something wicked!
I’ve clipped their wings and patched all the holes in the fence but they’re still getting out!
I guess they’re just very, very sociable chickies?
Here, eggy peggy….
Even though I built them The Best Nesting Box in Brittany, the chickies do insist in laying their eggs wherever they please….
Apart from Geraldine, that is…
She makes a point of escaping every day; to lay her egg by the kitchen door!
Such a civilised chickie, she is. I’ve put her down for Roedean, you know!
