Having another go at the Gallery post this week. The theme is Creatures and I instantly knew what I was going to use. It is a bit of a eulogy to what were the household chickens.
We grew to love our chickens tho Missy Woo didn't take to them at all but then, they were nearly as big as her and when you went outside, they had a tendency to rush at you, looking for food. But they were good layers, only stopping over what became a quite cold winter (we're talking 2008 - 2009) for a short period. They all had their little personalities and even the kids could tell them apart.
However, they didn't last too long. Seven months after we first got them, OH went out to them one morning and found them, all dead. It looked like a fox had got them. What was ironic was that, on the odd occasion, we'd totally forgotten to shut them up at night and they'd been fine, whereas we had moved their run and they had the smallest of gaps for entry. None of us heard a thing, which is probably a good thing.
They destroyed the garden, but they gave us the best eggs. We decided not to get replacements straight away and eventually gave the chicken house away to someone. The kids missed them - Monkey asked me the same afternoon, looking at the empty chicken house, if we could get some more - but the garden became theirs again; Missy Woo was out in the garden almost as soon as we told them the chickens had gone to heaven. We might get some more - and hopefully, more rescue hens to give them a taste of freedom after the life they'd had stuck in a cage - but it's a way off, I reckon.
RIP Clemmie, Molly and Megan.