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We had a lovely time at the breeders. Every hen we saw was lovely. Six or seven huge pens of them, all free ranging and bokking happily. And the most beautiful cockerels....what fab feathers they have.
OH finally settled on a Partridge Wyandotte (Shirley, after the mom in The Partridge Family) a Buff Sussex (Buffy) a Cream Legbar (Hattie, because she's wearing a hat) and a Wheaten Maran who doesn't have a name yet but I'm thinking about Gladys (my Nan was Gladys Wheatley)
They were fine on our long journey home, although Shirley sat on DD's lap all the way and watched out of the window as she wasn't happy in her carrier. I popped them into the hen house and left them to settle. Despite waking several times in the night I managed to restrain myself from going out into the garden and shining a torch through the henhouse windows every 5 minutes!
Hattie is the bravest one so far. She managed to get the lion's share of the corn I sprinkled everywhere to entice them out this morning, whilst Buffy dithered in the pophole holding up the other two. They are all out now and my cats are fascinated and horrified in turn. Desmond snuck right up to the mesh and got a severe clucking which made him turn tail very quickly. I think it will be cat treats all round for the next few days - poor mogs don't know what's hit them!
There's clucking going on it fits and starts. Not sure if it's mogs getting too close or the pecking order being established, but I'm jumping up everytime it starts and rushing to the french windows to investigate - it could become a new exercise workout!
Hopefully I'll get the camera out later.
Jules
OH finally settled on a Partridge Wyandotte (Shirley, after the mom in The Partridge Family) a Buff Sussex (Buffy) a Cream Legbar (Hattie, because she's wearing a hat) and a Wheaten Maran who doesn't have a name yet but I'm thinking about Gladys (my Nan was Gladys Wheatley)
They were fine on our long journey home, although Shirley sat on DD's lap all the way and watched out of the window as she wasn't happy in her carrier. I popped them into the hen house and left them to settle. Despite waking several times in the night I managed to restrain myself from going out into the garden and shining a torch through the henhouse windows every 5 minutes!
Hattie is the bravest one so far. She managed to get the lion's share of the corn I sprinkled everywhere to entice them out this morning, whilst Buffy dithered in the pophole holding up the other two. They are all out now and my cats are fascinated and horrified in turn. Desmond snuck right up to the mesh and got a severe clucking which made him turn tail very quickly. I think it will be cat treats all round for the next few days - poor mogs don't know what's hit them!
There's clucking going on it fits and starts. Not sure if it's mogs getting too close or the pecking order being established, but I'm jumping up everytime it starts and rushing to the french windows to investigate - it could become a new exercise workout!
Hopefully I'll get the camera out later.
Jules
My mum's called Gladys and she hates it. Don't think chooks mind what you call them though. 
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