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

Counting Chickens


One, two, three, four, five… where is number six? Our  six chickens are quite biddable (for a scoop of corn) but when  I was trying to entice them back into their run the other afternoon, one of their number was missing. Most unusual .

But wait, what is this, could it be…

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It’s looking promising, the head is moving!

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I was worried for a moment, I’ve found  unpleasant things here before

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you remember I told you about Spud and his hobby of digging? Much as we dislike the ankle twisting craters he digs (we’ve had enough trauma, thank you)  in the field, the chickens it seems, love them, just the place for a late afternoon dust bath.

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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.

9 thoughts on “Counting Chickens

  1. Lovely story, well told.

  2. Glad this story had a happy ending. When you said “digs holes,” you werent kidding. That one looks mid-shin deep.

  3. You have a way with poultry, Mrs. Uhdd. Whack-a-mole with chickens! (Someday I must tell you about digging for bait worms.)

  4. That’s what Spud had planned all along, you know. You thought he was just digging random holes, but he was in fact providing custom dust baths for his feathered friends.

  5. Looks like a military chicken, taking cover from some incoming attack!

    If yours are like ours they may start laying in those little ditches.

  6. I wish all chickens in the world had a life like yours have;-)

  7. That first photo is really fun (especially since we know it’s alive)…as for Spud and his chicken dust bath entrepreneurship, I think he’s well on his way to earning …um, chicken feed.

    He comes by digging naturally of course:
    Verb: Dig up or cut (plants, esp. weeds) with a spud.
    Noun: A potato.
    Dictionary.com – Answers.com – Merriam-Webster – The Free Dictionary

  8. I was grateful to read that Bob had not broken his arm from tripping on one of Spud’s craters. I love the way you shot this shoot of your chicken.

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