I wanted to check how old the girls are, so took a look back at this blog. To my amazement, the two bantam silkies are 7 years old, and the three little booted sabelpoots are 6! They seem happy and healthy as anything. I don't really give them many wet treats, like sweetcorn, but they get a daily treat of corn which I sprinkle around so distract them so I can poop pick, then I fill their little football up and they kick that around a purple trug (to keep it clean and stop it getting buried in the aubiose bedding).
However, it got me thinking.....should I expand my little flock? The girls haven't laid a single egg in weeks. That is fine, and eggs aren't the reason I have them, but it would be nice to have some new ones lined up. I'm thinking of getting another three bantams. I've found a place about an hour's drive where I can order them online (in view of no walk ins due to covid) and then drive up to collect them. I fancy a gold/buff silkie. They are such pretty things. I also fancy a black and white Poland with a pouffy head. Not sure what the last one might be. I've seen an interesting looking bantam faverolle but I need to look into their personality. Some, like Appenzellers, are terribly flighty and I really like my chickens to be friendly and people loving. This will be fun. I have a spare eglu all ready set up for them to settle in before I introduce them to the others. Watch this space!Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Old Girls
Things are moving forward slowly in terms of release of lockdown. We are both vaccinated with the first dose - I can feel those antibodies coursing through my veins. I spend today doing a bit of foot washing for the little sabelpoots - one of them had an enormous almost golf ball sized poop glued around her toe! It took about 10 minutes to soak off. I sit with the chicken between my knees with her feet in a bowl or bucket of water and gently stroke and prod the poop until it comes off. This bit took about 10 minutes. The chicken was amazingly patient. I have to let go of one side in order to fiddle with her foot, but they seem to realised I'm trying to help them and don't flap about.
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