The wood shavings are down, the lice powder is dusted into nooks and crannies, the food pellets and water are in place. We gingerly open the boxes and put the three, surprisingly placid, chickens (Kirsty taught us how to hold them) into their new home. There must be something else we need, something else we should have done, something else we should have bought? We're not really sure what to do now, so we watch.
We watch them poo. And we address the thorny issue of names. They're not pets so should we call them anything? They poo some more. I'd call them 'One', 'Two' and 'Three'. Ruby puts forward 'Glitterball', 'Pancake' and 'Isabelle', names she has also suggested for our impending new human arrival. More pooing ensues and Sarah comes up with 'The Supremes'. We decide not to decide on names yet.
It's getting dark so we close their door. We're sure the fox will get them so we barricade them in with boxes, stepladders and upturned garden furniture. Not that we're paranoid.
Christmas Day tomorrow.
the poopremes??
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john xxx
You have a bovans amber (the white and brown one), a bovans nera (black with gold neck) and a heritage skyline (with the tufty hairdo), she may lay blue /green eggs, or may not depending on how she feels :) Good luck with the girls, it seems that you are enjoying them so far, Kirsty x
ReplyDeleteand you should also have a starter leaflet in with your starter kit so you can always refer to this if I filled yor head with too much info on the day! Or feel free to email me, Kirsty
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