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.
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!
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).
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,
this often takes visitors by surprise.