Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Neglected Chickens


Only neglected by way of not appearing on this blog of late, due the puppy-photo- fest that has been running. You couldn’t neglect them if you tried, they’d be hammering on the door and climbing in through the cat flap if you failed to tend to their needs.

When we got back from our summer holidays, we added to the flock, 4 new chucks, 2 of the coveted Bluebells and 2 dependable Warrens

and so to bed-2

We bought them ‘at point of lay’

Bluebelle 1-2

And they are now churning out eggs at a rate that requires spasmodic cake baking to keep pace (not to mention a few fried egg butties.)


No photos of Spud today, he is in the doghouse and the cost of the dry-cleaning bill is coming out of his squeaky toy budget: duvet, down, double, need I say more?


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

11 thoughts on “Neglected Chickens

  1. Oh my lord, AAHH hahaha wait, wait, there are fried egg butties too? And AAHh hahaha, I never thought to take the Cowboy’s depredations out of his squeaky toy budget, he’ll never squeak again, and AAHH hahaha, oh my, I have to go compose myself . . .

  2. Yeah, fresh eggs fried and placed between two thickish buttered slices of bread, a dollop of ketchup, bite into it and the butter, yolk and tomato sauce are then running down your chin, your fingers get licked and rub your chin and more licks and it all makes keeping chickens worthwhile.

    Now I am having eggs collected the farm yesterday with soldiers for breakfast. Yummy.

    Hey when Spud looks up at you with those big sorrowful brown eyes – you give in.

  3. What lovely up close photos of chickens! You are lucky to have them. Reminds me…we need to buy eggs.

  4. Someon in our village owns about 20 bluebells and they roam everywhere – into gardens, fields and often on the side of the roads. Everyone loves them – they are so beautiful. Have loved the Spud photos!

  5. Is there a particular type of hen that you can keep in a small garden, I am hoping to have chucks when I get a place in cornwall but it isn’t a huge garden though is well enclosed and lots of nooks and crannies for them to forage around…

  6. Fresh, free-range eggs – can’t beat ’em (unless you’re making a cake or meringue, of course.)

    How about some photos of the sporadic cakes? They sound fascinating and delicious!! 🙂

  7. arh, mrs uhdd, just love the pics of them ikle chickens and i also love hearing about spudgate and his exploits! – yes, i agree with kkop – how about some pics of some yummi cakes. xx 🙂

  8. Sage

    Bantams. or Banty hens as we used to call them. Smaller eggs but just as delecious.

  9. I have fallen way behind on your blog, and am loving catching up. Lovely to see your hens! Such flattering photos of them also, were they posing?

    Our hens just aren’t happy with us, we literally have about 150 banty chickens (hens and roosters), and are getting 1 egg a day….. its so sad! They all just went through a VERY hard molt, but we must be doing something else wrong too, because we just aren’t getting anything.

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