Have your thought you’d like to have hens of your own? Well if you have a fairly large garden I would thoroughly recommend owning a couple to start with. As long as you are able to find someone to look after them when you go away on holiday.
Our first brood of hens were hatched in an incubator at my last school. The hatching of 6 chicks bought much delight to 120 4 to 7 years olds! Oh and a few of the doting staff 😉 So who was going to be the new owner of these delightful yellow balls of fluff? Well yours truly obviously, much to the delight of my family. I had been bought up with hens so wasn’t apprehensive.
They were all given names; Melissa – she is top bird, Sophie – is the most caring mother, Karis – who is top worm catcher! and finally to Zara – she is the most social and visits neighbours including a policeman! They have fascinating characters and can be great time wasters in a positive way.
Since the original brood we added to it couple of years later as we had plenty of land and woodland for them to roam free in. We gave some away and the last brood were called; Snap, Crackle and Pop – yes Pop was a cockerel. The names changed as Snap wasn’t really appropriate and she became Daisy.
So Zara or Zippy Zar as she was nicknamed had many adventures in her younger days. When we got home from school one day we saw her in next doors garden. Knowing they were still at work we quickly popped round to rescue her, we were curious as to how she got there. Peter is a keen gardener with an immaculate garden and Zara had scrapped all the bark chippings off his borders onto the grass! We quickly removed every scrap of evidence of her being there and took her back next door. We lived on a farm and only had two neighbours close by. A week went by and the same routine had been performed so by that weekend I decided I would have to come clean with Peter. I confronted him on a bright Saturday morning and told him what had been happening and he said nothing, I told him we would clip her wings so that she couldn’t fly over his fence as we by now had witnessed her doing so. It was at this point Peter piped up and said “Please leave her wings she comes to join me every lunch time and I quite enjoy her company and her little routines” I was surprised but have to say quite relieved. He thought she was quite a delicate little worm and bug collector.