Cream

Cream

It seems I’m always writing about dying chickens, and today is no exception. This morning we had to cull Cream, one of our Cream Legbar chickens. She seemed to have lost her balance, particularly when standing still, and kept on having to put her wing out to stabilise herself. We suspect she may have had a minor stroke, as everything else seemed fine, and other than her balance, she seemed quite perky, and doing everything that chickens usually do, including being a good egg layer (which is more than can be said for her sister Coffee). This morning, however, she could barely stand, and although her head and tail were still up, the final straw came when she couldn’t drink properly without falling over. So Simon did the deed. We’d had her exactly three years – it isn’t a bad lifespan, and it’s the longest we’ve had any of our chickens.

 

 

 

Settling in nicely!

Settling in nicely!

In anticipation of dwindling chicken numbers, and the lack of eggs from our existing flock, we had been on the lookout for some replacements. Despite the trend for backyard chicken keeping it still seems quite hard (in this neck of the woods anyway) to find point-of-lay chickens. I did manage to track some down across the border in Pembrokeshire, so last weekend, armed with some cardboard boxes we took a trip, and came home with three new chickens. These are Speckledy chickens, a hybrid chicken, with French Maran traits, which means they are meant to lay darkish brown eggs with speckles. We’ve quarantined them from the existing chickens, just in case they have anything nasty, and they can get used to each other before being let loose. We haven’t named them yet, but the characters are already coming out, with one in particular being naughty. Several times we’ve found her on the wrong side of the fence, and she is always the last one to go to bed. We’ll give them another week before introducing them to the old girls!

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