Tag: chickens
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Survivors
This is what happens when you survive the Polar Vortex. Your comb is burnt off, your wattle disappears, you lose the nails from your toes and sometimes the toes themselves. You are no longer pretty because maybe your tail feathers never grew back. But you never give up. Because you are chook and giving up…
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The Bat Cave
You know the cold is coming when Sheila my big fat pig starts building her bed. Last night she had gathered it all up high, she stands in the middle of her bed and goes round and round scraping the straw up with her hooves and her nose moving up into the centre of her bed as she…
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A Hammer and a Nail
I took my hammer and nails and worked on fences most of the day. Hello Minty. There will be a lot of people in and out of the farm and the house while I am away and the last thing I need is a runaway pig taking advantage of an open door. So I have…
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Chickens Run
And there is no apostrophe on purpose. Because the chickens were running out their new door. Into their new run. The AHA moment. There is a good door too for when I lock them back in at night. The girls laboured all day to get this chooks run finished, once the rain had stopped. And…
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Chook Steps
Mr Pink fascinates me, she has come out of her creep and is the gentlest little chicken I have ever known. And now that she gets food in her own little hidey hole she is growing very fast. She likes to be stroked and is the perfect chicken for visiting children. Did you see her feet though, she has…
The Kitchen's Garden 