Carol's Chickens

All the girls have been on a slow down with egg production due to their moult and shorter daylight hours.

I have also noticed an odd thing happening with the size of Bluebell’s eggs. She has been moulting one feather at a time and is the only one not to stop laying this winter but she has slowed down. Bluebell is now laying an average of four eggs a week. The odd thing is, that when she misses a day, she usually lays a large egg the next morning. She will then lay a smaller egg the following afternoon. Every time she lays two days in a row her eggs are smaller but when she misses a day they are larger.

This does seem to make sense to me but it is a new winter thing as in the summer most of the time the eggs are the same size with just an occasional larger or smaller one. I wonder if this is common or if it is peculiar to Bluebell.

Bluebell’s eggs

The egg on the left was laid after missing a day and the egg on the right was one from her laying two days in a row

I took several photos as it’s difficult to show the difference

This pattern has been repeating with a couple of smaller eggs then a missed day then a larger egg, time and time again. I find it quite fascinating.

After my disappointment at Dotty’s neck being plucked a few days ago the good news is that there has been no further plucking, much to my relief. I hope that it was just because it was such an awful wet day and not a return to a habit. I can cope with the occasional bit of bad behaviour but would find it really upsetting if it went back to how it was in the summer.

I have no doubt that it will happen again but as long as it’s not a continuing habit I will be happy. Not that the girls will take any notice of my feelings about the matter, of course, but it would make me happy if it doesn’t occur too often. I would rather see them with feathers than have eggs and that’s saying something because we are missing the abundance at the moment, but it does make every egg very precious.

I have to say our girl’s eggs are so lovely, they are a rich orange colour and are delicious. They are a real bonus added to the pleasure and entertainment value I get from my girls, whatever size the eggs are. I think we are all looking forward to spring and hopefully an end to the rain and longer, lighter days.

This morning when I went into the girls everything was good and they all looked beautiful. I visited them several times again up until lunch time. After lunch both my husband and I went in to them and the first thing my husband said was to look at Dotty’s neck. I was so disappointed to see that it had been plucked again. I really thought we had got beyond this. It’s been two months now since Dotty started laying again after getting all her feathers back in after her moult and had up until now remained pristine.

Yesterday in the late afternoon we had a storm with torrential rain and fierce winds. Today it has rained relentlessly all day. I wonder if this has sparked this behaviour again. Bluebell and Dotty have also not laid any eggs for the last few days when they had both been laying every other day if not every day. I wonder if there is some connection.

I am so upset to see this as they have all looked so beautiful since getting all their feathers back after their moult. Bluebell never did get her neck feathers back and I was never sure if they never came back or got plucked out again straight away. It doesn’t show much on Bluebell though and I thought if all the other girls kept their feathers then I was happy with that.

Now I worry that this may continue to Dotty’s head again and to the little girl’s necks and heads. I really hope not but it’s going to be a case of wait and see. It would be such a shame as it’s been so lovely seeing them looking so beautiful.

I set about trying to take a photo of Dotty’s neck but it wasn’t easy to catch her with her neck stretched up and in fact took until bedtime to get the shot.

Bluebell’s missing neck feathers

Bluebell is easier to photograph and you can see her missing neck feathers which have been like that for almost a year now.

Look at Honey’s muddy feet

Amber also has those muddy feet

I now find the little girl’s the easiest to photograph because they love to be close to me and if possible on eye level. This makes them so easy to get good shots so if there are more of them that is the reason why.

Honey poses for me again

All the girls gather around the coop during the downpour

Amber in the coop

Amber doesn’t like the sound of the heavy rain and retreats to the coop. I love the way Dotty and Pepper inspect from the doorway.

Pepper’s close up

Pepper is still getting the last of her feathers through after her moult and has the little spiky feathers around her comb just like when her comb first grew. This gives her a quizzical look.

I got some good close ups of Dotty but not showing her neck

Dotty has missing neck feathers

At bedtime dotty likes to stand on the coop roof and stretch, at last giving me a chance to show her neck. There is a v shaped bare patch under her beak. I really hope it doesn’t get any worse than this but we will have to just wait and see. I know from past experience that there is nothing I can do to stop this, I have tried everything before. I just have to hope for the best.

With all the continuous rain we are having parts of the run remain muddy. Luckily the middle part is dry and today the girls were enjoying dust bathing.

Dotty and Pepper having a dust bath

Honey having a dust bath

Bluebell having a dust bath

Here you can see how muddy the run is at the veg plot end. The leaves have given the girls two weeks of fun but were now wet and muddy too. I decided to pick up all the leaves and dig over the run.

The run looks a bit cleaner

In the bottom right hand corner are the girls cabbage leaves. By the end of the day they will have disappeared.

Bottoms up

I threw the girls a few sunflower hearts and beaks went down and tails went up.

Yesterday my husband was watching me poop pick while the girls followed me around. Bluebell was stood on my back and the little girls were doing their usual thing of circling me and trying to pluck up courage to jump up too. Suddenly he said that one of the little girls had jumped on to my back but as Bluebell was there she fluttered straight back down again. This was the first time she had done this and she was so light that I couldn’t even feel her.

This morning when I was cleaning the coop out the big girls were in the garden and Honey was in the coop watching me to make sure I was doing a good job while Amber was beside me. Suddenly I felt the light weight of Amber on my back. She stood there for a few seconds then fluttered down.

We have had the little girls for nine months now and they have only just worked up the courage to jump on me. I felt really pleased because I love this interaction with the girls. I think they must learn this from each other because the little girls always watch when the big girls jump on me and have looked as if they would like to join in for ages.

When I clean up the little girls are always with me and get so close to my hands and feet and love to get on eye level with me but they absolutely don’t want to be picked up or touched. They like to get really close to me but completely on their terms. This makes it all the more special when they jump on me.

It will probably take a while to get a photo but I hope we will get one at some stage.

This morning was frosty and cold and when it’s cold the girls like to perch on the branch in the run. Mid morning I went up to them and saw all three big girls on the perch but no sign of the two little girls which was unusual. When I went in to them I saw the two little girls snuggled up together on a bed of leaves. They looked so cute that I just had to take a photograph.

The little girls nestle on a bed of leaves

Honey is in the foreground of the photo and you can see here that she has regained what I call her “peacock eye” feathers on her back.

The little girls were so comfortable on their bed of leaves that they didn’t move when I approached, what a sweet pair they are.

When I visited my friend Jackie this week she gave me another bag of leaves for my girls which I decided to save for the weekend. Yesterday morning I tipped them in the run in a pile for the girls to scatter. I know I have shown this quite a few times before but the girls have so much fun with the leaves that I couldn’t resist taking a few photos again.

A new pile of leaves, let’s take a look

The little girls colour blends in with the leaves

Bluebell scratching through the leaves

The leaves have been scattered

By the end of the day the leaves were scattered over the entire run. The girls really love scratching through them over and over. They will have fun in these for days.

This morning I threw a few sunflower hearts into the leaves. They scratch through the leaves long after the sunflower hearts are gone just in case!

My friend Jackie has had her two new girls for a week now and I arranged with her to pay them a visit. Jackie has had them separated by the divider in her run but able to see and hear each other at all times. She was ready to let them have some time together but despite having done this twice before was a bit nervous so decided to wait for my visit to give her some moral support.

Jackie lifted the divider up and the two old girls went straight into the half with the two new girls. There were a few light pecks but nothing too bad and the two new girls quickly got the hang of getting out of the way.

We went inside to watch them through the patio doors. I stayed for about an hour and we both felt it had gone very well. It went much better than when I integrated my new girls and we both agreed that not rushing it seems to really help it along.

Jackie decided that as it was only an hour until bedtime she would leave them together for the rest of the day. I think it went really well and am sure they will soon all be fine together.

Willow and Shadow stay close together

Bonnie gently moves Shadow and Willow along

I shall look forward to an update from Jackie to see if they spend the night together.

I have mentioned a few times lately of constant rain, mud and surrounding floods. Usually we like to walk at weekends and holiday times but this Christmas we didn’t walk at all as the rain was so constant. Yesterday was forecast to be the first dry sunny day in ages so we decided to get in our first walk of the year. We walked from Wooburn Green to Bourne End, which takes about an hour, to see how the river was looking. We ended up being out for three hours.

As we approached the road disappeared into the flood water

The riverside pub on the right hand side of the photo was cut off by the flood water

The riverside facing the opposite direction

People with wellies and waders were crossing the water

A car turns into the car park

The next road along from the river

This is a cul-de-sac, not part of the river

We have never seen the riverside here like this before. The cul-de-sac above was the next road along from the river but it looked like part of the river. We felt very sorry for the houses here as it must be very worrying. They had sand bags lining the houses and the water had not yet reached the doorsteps so hopefully they will be okay.

As it was the first nice day in ages there were lots of people out wearing wellington boots and carrying cameras.

We are so lucky that our house is high up and is approached by steps. Our garden path then climbs upwards towards the chicken run. My husband says if we ever got flooded it would be up to the chimney pots on the road outside our house.

It was amazing to look at the flood water but I do feel so sorry for people who have their homes flooded and appreciate how lucky we are even if I do complain about the mud.

My girls have their own funny ways of interacting with me. As soon as I walk through the gate Dotty likes to jump onto my shoulder. As I walk near the coop she likes to jump from my shoulder to the coop roof. This seems to be her way of saying hello to me and she does this like clockwork, every time I go through the gate, if she is nearby.

Bluebell and Pepper like to jump on my back while I am poop picking. They are not so keen to jump down again and sometimes I traverse the entire run, crablike, with either one or the other or both these girls on my back. I can tell you this “help” really speeds up the cleaning up!

The little girls like to get on eye level with me and if I am near the coop or the big perch they are straight up there and looking me in the eye. They seem to like me to chat to them. Sometimes they look like they want to jump on me too but can’t quite work up the courage and my husband often says he thinks they will one day.

My husband bought me some disposable overshoes for my boots as he was fed up with me walking mud onto the path and patio after I had been in the run. It became a pain to keep changing my boots and my chicken run boots had become caked in mud and were falling apart. This idea works really well. I slip them over my boots and use one pair every time I go in for one day then throw them away. My boots stay protected and our paths stay clean and a big box is inexpensive and will last me ages.

The funny thing is that the little girls are fascinated by these blue plastic overshoes. The big girls take no notice of them at all but the little girls follow these shoes around and peck at them. Having said that the little girls seem to like my feet in general. In the summer they will walk over my flip flops and when I am on the patio area in my boots they peck at them but these shoes seem to attract them even more and I have no idea why.

Today I asked my husband to take the camera and try to capture some of this behaviour. I said I would poop pick as normal if he could take some photos. I have to warn you it’s not too flattering for me as I have the blue disposable gloves to poop pick, my chicken fleece which can only be worn in the run as it will have muddy feet stood on it and the even less flattering blue overshoes. The fun though is seeing how my little helpers behave.

Bluebell and Pepper are on my back while I am cleaning up

It’s difficult to see because of the apple tree but Bluebell is on my right shoulder and Pepper is on my left shoulder. Dotty and Honey are watching from the perch and Amber has one eye on my shoes.

Bluebell and Pepper on my back

You can’t see Peppers head as Bluebell is blocking her. Dotty is still watching them while Honey is looking nonchalant.

Pepper jumps to the perch but Bluebell is determined to stay put

Pepper has jumped back on the perch but even when I try to gently tip Bluebell off she counter balances herself. The little girls look on with interest.

The little girls like to follow my blue shoes

The little girls will follow my blue shoes all around the run pecking at them when they can. By the end of the day they often have little holes in them.

The little girls like to get on eye level for a chat

The little girls like me to chat to them at eye level. I had thought that I would like to get another photo of them all together on the big perch but if I come into the run they will jump down to greet me or one of them, usually Bluebell, will be off in another part of the run. However if I crouch down at eye level and chat to them, they will all come and jump onto the perch.

All five girls on the big perch

I took lots of photos of them on the perch but Dotty was preening in most of them and her head was hidden. This was the best one although there is another which is quite funny.

Bluebell stands like a penguin

I nearly rejected this photo but then thought Bluebell looks so funny and she often looks like this. I think it’s partly her upright stance but also partly that she has her legs spaced apart.

Anyway, this is how my little helpers “help” me everyday and I wouldn’t have it any other way as I just love their interaction with me. It makes poop picking a fun thing to do and keeps us bonded.

During the moult and the subsequent withdrawal of egg laying, the girl’s combs were very pale. The bantys were the first to start their moult and stopped laying four months ago. Dotty was next and stopped laying for two months. Once feathered up again her comb reddened and she resumed laying. Pepper was next to moult and hasn’t laid for one and a half months and her comb is very pale. Bluebell seemed to moult one feather at a time and perhaps because she is my only hybrid, she never stopped laying.

In one of my recent posts I said under Honeys photo that I had noticed her comb was red again and yesterday for the first time in ages I saw her go to the grit. I wonder if she is going to start laying again soon. Amber’s comb is still quite pale but she may be a bit younger than Honey as she started laying two weeks later than Honey last summer.

Pepper still looks a little miserable with her moult.

Pepper looking quite sad

Dotty’s comb and wattles are a nice red colour

Pepper’s face and comb are very pale compared to Dotty

Bluebell’s comb has remained red throughout the winter

A few days ago at first light I found Bluebell’s blue egg next to her last tatty tail feather in the nest box. At last her ragged tail feather had dropped out.

Honey and Amber eating some warm mash

Honey is in the foreground and her comb is more red than Ambers. Another change I have noticed is that Honey’s feathers have changed again since the moult and what I call her peacock spots have returned to her back near her tail. These are dark spots surrounded by a pale ring. They disappeared after her moult but have gradually returned. She now has more spots on her back too but not as many as Amber.

It will be good to see Pepper finish her moult and get back to her happy self again. If hers lasts as long as Dotty’s it should be just another two weeks. I hadn’t expected the moult to be as late as this but I have been reading of other peoples girls going through the same so it seems it isn’t unusual. I think we are all looking forward to the spring.

My friend Jackie sadly lost two her of her girls recently. She lost Annie just before Christmas and Rosie yesterday leaving her with only two girls. Jackie had been thinking of getting some more girls in the spring but now felt she wanted to get some more as soon as possible so that her remaining girls didn’t stay at only two for too long.

I knew of somewhere local that used to sell chickens and as Jackie doesn’t drive I offered to take her there today. Jackie phoned them and they didn’t have any chickens at the moment. As I had only one lunch delivery today my husband offered to deliver it for me to free up my day if we needed to go further afield. Jackie started researching and came up with a farm in Windsor, half an hours drive away, which had young chickens for sale up to point of lay.

I put my dog crate and pet carrier in the van and collected Jackie at eleven o’clock this morning. Because some of the roads were flooded we had to take a longer route but found the farm after passing it and turning round a few times.

I had to stay strong and resist the urge to take any chooks for myself but Jackie says I can be auntie to her new girls. The chooks were all beautiful but we both fell for the same two breeds, a really pretty speckled star and a bluebell.

Willow Court farm

The guy caught the speckledy first and Jackie instantly came up with name Shadow for her which I thought was lovely. He then caught the bluebell and after inspecting them they were in the dog crate and we were on our way back. As we left the farm Jackie decided that the bluebell would be named Willow, appropriate as she came from Willow Court farm. I thought this was also a lovely name and we both agreed Shadow and Willow went well together.

Back at Jackie’s we put the dog crate in the separated part of the run that would be the new girls home during the integration period. Clover and Bonnie voiced their displeasure at having new girls in their garden.

Clover

Bonnie

Shadow and Willow in the dog crate

Shadow is in the foreground and has very long legs. Before long the new girls stepped out of the dog crate into their new home.

Shadow and Willow venture out

Willow finds the log

Shadow

Willow

The new girls were soon scratching and pecking happily in their new home seemingly unaware of the old girls shouting about it.

Now the fun of the integration begins. I had to leave for home but will be checking up on the new girls as often as possible. I am honoured to be auntie to these lovely girls and to have been present at their arrival to their new home.