After supper club (and other hectic goings on that weekend) we decided to have a quiet leisurely Monday (this was also due to teacher training, granny still being here and the beautiful weather!!). So off we went on a little trip to the hills to choose a couple more chickens (as you know we lost three to foxes over the summer so we only have Tilly the neurotic hen and Timmy the transgendered one).
Granny was also eager to meet Tam and Merlin as they live in yurts whilst renovating a listed Welsh cottage, a huge labour of love on their part. Merlin is also a local artist and Tam a good friend and one of my dancing buddies.
It was the most beautiful day for a visit, the sun shone, we sat outside and drank tea, whilst the small one chased chickens of which they have many, of all different sizes and played on the skate ramp.
These hens are Partridge Wyandotte’s very pretty little birds better breeders than egg layers, but they are very cute which we wanted! So while the kids skated, we chatted about looking after the chickens and soaked up some sun and Merlin charmed granny, who thought he was the best thing since sliced bread!
We left the box for Tam who said it was easier to round up the little ones at night when they were docile and headed off to the village for some lunch and a bit more visiting. We dropped into my mate’s art shop on the way back and granny’s admiration for Merlin was sealed as she admired one of his art works!!
Back at home, the following day Tam arrived with our box of chicks. Merlin was most distressed that the box was an old saucepan box “we can’t show them that” he said “it looks like they’re going away to be cooked”….
As we put the box in the back garden I tentatively suggested we leave them in the box for a bit….but as I said this Tam was opening the lid already and the chickens were out and off in a flash. “Oh god” I thought, “I wonder if we will ever see them again”.
That night despite my expectations they did return to the garden however, they managed to find themselves a lovely bushy bay tree over the wall in our neighbours garden. In this tree they decided to nest. So in the pitch black my other half and I went off to our neighbours house, who with much sniggering allowed us to rummage in his tree to find two very small, well camouflaged chicks. Once found they decided to flap like hell and squawk and squeal like we were about to murder them (maybe they’d caught a glimpse of the box!!).
Anyway, that was 7 days ago and over the week they have become more friendly and docile. They still don’t like to be held and they are still attracted to that bloody bay tree (under which they tend to hide every night) but they are getting better. Yesterday I even managed to take a picture of them together in the garden before they shot off somewhere. As for the other two, Tilly seems to have been upset by the newcomers the most and has stopped laying as suddenly as she started. Timmy doesn’t seem to care that much as long as she gets her food regularly!!