As the weather turns colder, the chickens are eating more and getting much bigger. Even Gerry, the smallest of our little home flock, is piling on the pounds.
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Fortunately the breeder from whom we bought our hens also kitted us out with everything they needed to eat and thrive, saving us a lot of head-scratching. So, in the absence of any no-nonsense guides to starting with chickens, here’s a shopping list for wannabe home-flock keepers, based on that pack.
After a week in residence, the chickens have become a part of the family. With a little careful management, they could also turn out to be hard workers in the garden.
On Saturday morning, we drove up to Stebbing for our lesson on chicken keeping, and to pick up the first three members of our little home flock: Margot, Gerry and Barbara.
The chickens’ future home arrived last week. Very exciting. Having got permission from the council’s environmental health people to keep chickens in the garden, it was great to finally have their home arrive, despite the missing bolts and the fact they’d tried delivering it a day too soon.
I’m about to launch myself back into the world of poultry and eggs, as I’ve put in an order for a coop. It won’t be here for another month, which gives me plenty of time to source my laying ladies, which have been named Margot, Gerry (Geraldine, not Gerald, natch) and Barbara even before they arrive.