coming home

Keeping chickens fits with my love of self sufficiency, quality food, enriching life experiences and keeping pets.

Little did I know, coming home with a chicken in a box was to be the beginning of many fowl experiences. And I have to admit I wasn’t overly keen on birds at the time. Not that I ran shrieking, but their beady little eyes are unnerving and those feet, creepy, scaled, clawed.

At the local chook supplier, we had become blinded by the thrill of hobby-farmdom and purchased the only chicken for sale. A young and healthy looking ISA brown – who had gone off the lay.

She scratched about in the cardboard box in the boot of our hatchback. I grinned.

“Well, she’s either going to be called Ginny Weasley – a good girl who lays eggs. Or she’ll be Virginia Woolf – and will always be an independent woman”, Damian decided as we sat watching her explore the coop.

Two days later we had two Australorps, Tikka and Korma.

Purchasing chickens that come into ‘point of lay’ at the beginning of winter means, theoretically, that the chicken will continue to lay throughout the winter. Seemed plausible. So we had three chickens and no eggs.

For about a month, on daily inspections the coop was void of eggs, until one day we discovered that our good little ISA was called Ginny after all.

Ginny

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