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

Getting in a Flap


WordPress tell me I should be writing posts about chickens, this is based on how many search enquiries land on my blog looking for chickens, especially Bluebelle. I’d be happy if I had time to write posts about anything.

Any road up; I’m here now, with a chicken or two.

The topic is Daisybelle  rather than Bluebelle, but then life is full of compromises.

Daisy Belle Chicken -1

This is the boss of the chicken run, she can be a nasty piece of work to her underlings, chasing them around the run in a morning.  The name Daisy belle comes from the ruff of white feathers around the neck. These girls are getting on a bit, more than I had realised as this  next photo was taken in November 2007,


these girls are ancient in chicken years!

Getting in a flap-1

Egg production had dwindled to almost nothing through the darkest days of winter, but now, surprisingly, give their age,  things are on the up.

Despite having three nice nest boxes in the hen house they prefer to lay in an old set of drawers in the barn. There can be a bit of a tussle for position (you can guess who wins).

Double yolk -1

After laying and the regulation clucking and squawking (I’ve never understood the Darwinian reasoning behind chickens need to tell the world where they have just laid their eggs)  the preferred exit route from the barn is through the ventilation  slits in the  barn wall, 

Narrow escape -1 

this often takes visitors by surprise.

Narrow escape 1-1

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 “Getting in a Flap

  1. Oh wow! What a great shot! How long did you have to wait there? Or are the hens quite regular layers once they get started? She looks more like a turkey as she emerges from the barn. Imagine one of those landing on your head!

  2. I never realized that chickens get “gray” as they age. Learn something new….

  3. I expect you would have astonishing success writing about Spud and the chickens negotiating territory. At sunrise.

    (A Saturday Evening Post editor was said to have remarked that a cover featuring “Abraham Lincoln’s doctor’s baby’s dog” would be bound to become the all-time record generator of magazine sales.)

    Excellent chicken photos.

  4. I like how all animals have personalities and quirks if we just get to know them well enough to discern them. Your hens make me chuckle 🙂

  5. Watching chickens is most entertaining and they make a good photographic/blogging subject as well! xx

  6. I really enjoyed your chicken as an angel. No wonder the visitors are stunned. I always thought the noise after the egg laying was the fowl equivalent of, “Blimey, thank goodness that’s out.”

  7. Stealth chickents, that’s what someone needs to breed. Ones that can lay an egg and not advertise the fact to all and sundry (including predators).

  8. Priceless photo of the chicken taking flight!

  9. One of my dad’s favorite expressions is, “You beat a hen a’pecking.” Thanks for sharing pix of your “Belles.”

  10. I have a fondness for chickens. Because they are so familiar, we tend to under-value them, I think, so It’s nice to see them featured once in a while.

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