WHERE HAVE ALL THE CHICKENS GONE?
Our flock is denuded in an almost unprecedented way, with only three full-sized hens currently extant. But, thanks to the bird flu lockdown, nobody has been selling chickens, and our usual sources have nothing on offer and nobody seems to be advertising birds.
For various, unrelated reasons we’ve had a high rate of attrition amongst our big girls, losing two in the space of a few weeks.
Collider, the Black Orpington, was our latest loss. Last month I mentioned that she had developed a swelling on one of her legs. This was an infection, cause unknown, but it didn’t respond to treatment and, on a return trip to the vet, it was made plain that things were only going in one direction, and so she was dispatched. This has left us with the indomitable Slasher, Hadron and Priscilla, herself a survivor of recent, expensive illness. With just three chickens plodding about, the garden looks strangely empty, but everyone seems very relaxed. These three get on well, there’s little aggro and they’re all fit and happy.