Chickens

Dealing with a Huge Neck Wound in Chickens

On Sunday, I went to the lovely Blindley Heath Country Fair and happened upon some Hylands for sale. The lovely point-of-lay (POL) pullets were only £10 each, so knowing I wanted to grow my layers flock, I nabbed a couple. They were very happy and healthy hens and I popped them into a quarantine pen and left them scratching around in the sawdust and laying eggs.

This morning I entered the coop to signs of carnage. At first I thought number two’s neck was just a little wet – until I leaned in closer and discover her neck was actually torn open. This isn’t a small hole, this is a gaping wound slashed right down to the musculature of her neck. It seems that number one’s prehistoric origins had gotten the better of her and the inner velociraptor had been unleashed!

I know it’s gruesome, but this is some of the realities of keeping livestock.

Number two is isolated in a pen of her own for the foreseeable future.

Initially I thought there was nothing for it; I’d have to cull. But little miss number two was eating, drinking and being generally happy. I isolated her into a separate cage, gave her some greens and she promptly laid an egg. I’ve taken her off layers pellets and with withhold greens too for now because I want all her energy to go into healing, not egg laying. So, what have I discovered today?

  • Hens can be slashed apart and, if alive, not seem too worried
  • Chicken skin grows from the outside inwards. I was worried that such a gaping wound would never knit together. Seems my fears are unfounded and over several months, the skin will just repair itself
  • I must keep it clean and free of fly eggs/maggots
  • Number one must be kept under surveillance and if anything like this even starts happening in the main coop, she will be culled. I’m hoping that with more space and a large flock to keep her under control (she’ll start at the bottom end of the pecking order), there will not be a repeat performance of this.

Number one better change her ways if she’s not for the pot.

This is FAR worse than Cersei’s prolapse; and I thought that was pretty bad at the time. I mean, half her insides were outside. I kept putting my finger up her vent, covering myself in blood and then she’d sigh and pop the whole darn thing out again. After three days of trying, I’d practically given up but I tried on the 4th morning and in it stayed. She lays funny wrinkly eggs now, but is fine otherwise.

Hens are bloody amazing things!

On My Oasis – An Explosion of Chicks

I’m obsessed. Chickens. They’ve taken over my life. This past weekend I’ve had another hatch – kind of by accident. I bought six silver-laced poland eggs at an auction, and couldn’t bear to do a half-filled incubator run so I topped it up with homegrown eggs. Of 17 eggs, 14 made it to Day 21 – 13 have hatched and the final one is pecking inside, though it hasn’t yet pipped. It’s my best hatch to date.

However, the silver-laced polands? Well, that didn’t work out so well. Only three made it to hatch. The first popped out – black, five toes, furry legs, no dome-shaped head…NOT a poland, maybe a pilkie. The second popped out – grey and yellow, furry legs, four toes but no dome-shaped head. Also, it’s a totally different shape than the silkie crosses – I have NO idea what it is. The third? Well, that’s the egg yet to pip.

I’ll do less writing and just let you see the adorable things yourself…

13 fluffy, day-old chicks!

A silver-laced poland apparently….not!

A lovely little dark poland chick with a russet coloured head.

The characteristic dome-shaped head of a poland chick

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This little pilkie/polski (poland x silkie) has the silkie’s five toes.

Another silver-laced poland…not, note the extremely fluffy feet!

Gorgeous little pilkie chick

I now have – wait for it – THIRTY SEVEN chickens! Thankfully the vast majority of them are chicks, and most of those will be sold or eaten. I’m allowing myself only to keep the best hens, and the rest will be taken to auction. My next hatch won’t be until April, when I’ll be incubating some pure breed Ixworth and Naked Necks. These are great meat birds and again, I’ll be eating the majority of those! I’m particularly keen on the Ixworth as they’re a Suffolk rare breeds, so I’m interested in breeding some good stock for our future move to the farm.

Happy Chick Monday!

On My Oasis – Foggy Mornings

It’s been extremely foggy here the past few days. Living closer to a river, the pervading moisture never lifts either, so it’s been very damp; not that I’ve minded. In fact, I quite enjoy the atmospheric mystery it creates. The garden’s happier too with a little moisture, and though the poland chickens crests are all a little lacklustre, the flock don’t seem to mind the creeping mist and falling temperatures.

There’s quite a few jobs to do here on my oasis; not that I’ve gotten around to them. The Pak Choi, winter lettuce and winter spinach need potting on. There are some self-seeded echiums that I must rescue from the ground and overwinter in the greenhouse – only problem is, I have a bit of an aphid issue in there. I’m squishing like frenzy but I could do with a good hard frost to kill ’em. I’ve also got to lift a few plants – dahlias, chocolate cosmos etc, but I’ll wait until the first zero temperature arrives. For now they’re still flowering and I’m not keen to stop that.

For it being the first year here, there’s still some colour at this time of year, despite my lack of perennial autumn planting. 

 

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My 10p cyclamen offers a gem of white amongst the leaves.

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Cosmos continues to flower well.

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As do the nicotiana. Even though they’re starting to fade, they still smell great despite the fog.

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The last of the verbena shines against the ‘Jasmine’ painted shed.

There are a couple of nice foliage pairings in the garden too which I’m enjoying, particularly on these mornings when there’s still dew settled on the green.

 

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Heuchera and geranium make a great pairing.

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Sage, grass and verbena ‘Bampton’ (back) look great together…and will do so through the winter.

And, of course, there remains many hen antics, especially as my obsession grows. It’s hard to even imagine these lovely ex-batts in their former bedraggled, thin and plucked forms. They’ve recovered so well and are the nicest of hens though, unlike the bantams, they do tend to tear up the garden more.

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Matilda forages for a few field mushrooms in the lawn.

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Arya and Guille hunt for grubs in the border.

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Clumsy and her sister keep flying in the neighbours so it was time for a wing clip this morning.

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This little one is so funny; she can hardly see due to her hairdo. She hasn’t a name yet. Suggestions?



On My Oasis – Coq au vin and Choosing Chickens

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The last girl standing – Gabby, the Buff Nankin

So, this girl on the left is the last one standing. In fact, when I say girl, I mean transgender. This little Buff Nankin started life as a hen called Gabby. They’re not huge layers like many bantams, preferring to lay just one or two clutches per year instead of the egg machines we’ve become used to. I found Gabby and her sister rather flighty birds, never willing to become too tame and always ready to flee. The only exception to this was when they were broody – boy, did they give a good peck during those times. In the past year, however, old age has had a rather dramatic effect and Gabby has undergone a transformation. Her wattles and comb have become larger and more vibrant red. Her tail feathers have lengthened a little and……she’s started to crow. Not a enormous, deafening and neighbour-annoying sound, but something that says ‘I’m not a hen anymore‘.

After the last of my Silkies died, I was left with Gabby and two Rhode Island Reds. I say ‘died‘ – it was more like ‘murdered‘. Despite having hatched the Rhodies and looked after the tiny chicks, my Silkie seemed to attract the unwanted attention of her grown offspring and they became huge bullies in the run. Gabby would hide in the corner, whilst my Silkie took to spending her life in the nest box. I separated them to try and calm things down but she wasn’t happy on her own. Unfortunately, the brutes just seemed to stamp all sense of life out of her (it wasn’t physical, but just constant stress). That was a HUGE black mark against them. And, i’m afraid, more black marks came when they started eating their eggs. I tried everything; replacing eggs with egg-shaped wood, putting chilli powder on eggs,  taking out the nestbox, changing it’s location etc. Nothing worked, and for the past six months at least I’ve not managed to claim a freshly and unscathed egg once.

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Though gorgeous, Rhode Island’s are rather brutish. I’ll be going back to Light Speckled Sussex (behind)

This weekend was the end. I don’t like the wringing of necks, but I’ll do it if I have to. Luckily, a friend was up for the weekend and he came and sorted the hens out for me so I didn’t have to do it myself. That’s the thing with keeping lifestock; eventually, the end arrives. And, much as I like hens, these were bullying, egg eating individuals that I saw no way to keep or pass on to a new home. I have to say, however, they WERE good for something and a scrumptious Coq au vin followed.

Now, alas, I’m left with poor little transgender Gabby who I didn’t have the heart to also say goodbye too…after all, he, she, has done nothing wrong. Despite chickens being sociable creature, there seems to be sense of relief in the coop. He certainly looks happier, scratching around, crowing and even taking some greens from my hand…..far different from the nervous creature he was before the two rogues were dealt their last blow. After the move I’m determined to get some more hens….though now knowing Rhode Island Reds, it won’t be them. Some of the nicest hens I’ve ever kept were Light Speckled Sussex; gorgeous birds, friendly and good, reliable egg layers though not the hardiest of specimens. I also can’t help but love the fluffy Silkie, and I think I’ll get one to have as a brooder. And there’ll be transgender Gabby in the mix too, with his funny little crow to make a mark on wherever new we move to!

Chicken Little

At three and half weeks old the four little fluffballs are doing incredibly well and have proved that rearing chicks is quite easy. Tiny, the last of the clutch to hatch and who looked rather off colour for the first days of life, is almost unrecognisable from her three clutch mates. I say her because as I recollect, Rhode Island Red hen chicks are slightly dark in colour than their cock counterparts. If this is true then my wish of having two of each has come true, with two scrumptious meals of Coq au Vin already being planned. My two young ladies meanwhile will stay with the coop as, after the death of both Little Red and Elle there is space for two new layers.

Whilst I couldn’t put Little Red into the main coop until several months old as the older hens viciously attacked him, this little quartet seem to be doing rather well. Georgia soon put herself back at the top of the pack after being away for six weeks and, especially for Buff Nankins Gabby and Charlotte, ferociously defended her chicks with much clucking, pecking and unbridled attacking.





I love how little chicks almost instantly take on adult traits and today, with the weather so dry and there run rather dusty, they set about taking very mini and very cute dust baths. Another found a worm and the ‘Lady and the Tramp’ scene ensued as two of them gripped either end in a bid to eat this tasty delicacy. One of the joys of rearing chicks is seeing these tiny balls of down turn into adults at an astonishingly fast rate. And with much cheeping and cuteness my quartet are thriving.

Little Red and the Deathly Kitchen

Spring is here, everything is becoming lush and green, and seedlings are starting to thrive. However, lusty urgings are also starting to stir, and for one unlucky individual their sexual prowess may just be the end of the them.

Little Red, who has until now lived a very happy life, may be looking to a dismal future. I’ve been having the distinct impression for some time now that unfortunately she was, in fact, a he. And over the past few days Little Red has sealed the deal by starting to mate with his coop mates, including his own mother (there’s no bounds to the incestuous oedipus complex here). Whilst he is still growing into his final glorious plumage, his wattles and comb are starting to grow, his tail feathers are darkening to a glossy black hue, and though he hasn’t started to crow, you can tell that he is finding his voice with strange neck gestures.

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Little Red pulls a 'Fierce' look

I would dearly love to keep him, but there are several reasons why I can’t. First and foremost, in an urban environment, the crowing could be problematic. Whilst I shut my hens in at night and so he wouldn’t be able to wake the neighbourhood at 4am on a summers day, the neighbours already are very good with my clucky hens. A raucous cockeral could be too much. Little Red’s maturity would also completely change the dynamic in the coop, altering how the hens act and possibly causing more broodiness. Meanwhile, with fertile eggs then being laid, I would have to be extra vigiliant in egg collection as leaving eggs for a couple of days would almost certainly start an incubation process. And with cockerels being very large chickens, especially glorious Rhode Island Red’s, I simply haven’t the space.

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I'm rather concerned that Georgia has been watching 'The Ring'

So there are decisions to make…..most of which end in poor Little Red ending up on the kitchen table. I may look to rehome him if possible, but part of the chicken keeping process is not just for eggs, but also for meat. So it seems that Little Red’s television career on The Horticultural Channel.tv is to be cut rather short.





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