As I already mentioned yesterday, we have some new chickens in our coop. They are adorable! And much needed, since our old chickens are becoming very… well, old.
On the warm afternoon of last Saturday, we set out to get our new chickens. As we preferred to get young chicks from a breeder, instead of breeding our own like we have done in the past, we had contacted a hobby breeder in Friesland. He told us he had some nice youngsters for us, and we could come and get them this weekend. So, despite the warmth, we drove over to his “farm” in the south of Friesland. (And honestly, the air-conditioned car ride was a nice relief from the warmth.)
At arriving, the breeder presented a box containing four lovely small chickens. These would be our new family members. He then quickly showed us to the back of the house, where he kept all of his chickens. After a short introduction, we “met” the parents of our new chicks and got all the info about his methods and current colour preferences. It turns out there are quite high standards when it comes to chickens shows.
Walking back to our chicks, he explained what he thought of their colouring and why they weren’t fit for shows. It’s really rather intriguing, and a bit absurd, if you ask me. For us it doesn’t matter anyway, but to value an animal on the complete blackness of its spots, or on the regularity of the pattern, I could never see it that way. No surprise then that the chick I had started to like most, turned out to have the worst patterning of all. Well, I like her, nothing to change that!
After an easy car ride, it was time to put the chickens in their new home. First a bit separate from the rest, to let them get used to everything and quietly observe the other chickens. And then together with the old flock. Which went very smooth, really. Of course there was a bit of pecking and bickering, but luckily no real fights emerged. It helped that the new ones had a safe place of their own to hide when the others were too aggressive.
And now, while writing this, I hear them clucking behind me and see them scratching around in the sand when I look over my shoulder. I could hardly imagine a more peaceful place to sit and write!
Have you ever had chickens? Do you like them?