I attempted (unsuccessfully) so as to add to my rooster inhabitants simply earlier than lockdown, so I used to be extremely excited to obtain an e mail from my native poultry provider to inform me she had new inventory arriving. There have been no pure breeds but when I used to be pleased with hybrid hens, I may have three. My pleasure knew no bounds and I disappeared into Rooster Woods to organise their lodging.
Two years in the past Richard purchased me turkeys for Christmas – Duchess and Queenie. Duchess met an sudden and sudden finish however Queenie – essentially the most sullen, lazy and unlovable creature – lived on in splendour in her large, custom-built shed along with a big fox-proof run (though she hasn’t set foot out of her bed room for a few 12 months).
As she didn’t use the outside amenities, and our new additions could be egg producers, it appeared truthful to downsize Queenie’s dwelling quarters. Nevertheless, she’s no featherweight and as she refuses to stroll wherever it will be a two-man job to maneuver her. So, every week earlier than the brand new chickens’ arrival, I enlisted the help of my expensive husband.
Nevertheless, the night earlier than turkey removing was deliberate, I found the smallest of my hens had been so violently attacked by the others she had just one tail feather left poking out of her very pink rear finish and her head was utterly bald. She appeared extra like a tailless albino crow than a rooster. She needed to be remoted shortly earlier than it was too late, and there was just one ready vacation spot – Queenie’s new home.