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| Speckledy, Snowflake & Chickie meeting their new pals |
While everythings been busy on rubbish front, theres been a lot happening in the background too.
A few weeks ago, I took the really difficult decision to rehome our chickens, our three lovely hens which we introduced to the family around two and a half years ago, and which had become well-loved pets. However, since the spring, coinciding with a lot more bird activity in our garden, the hens had become very lively and loud and I have spent much time trying to calm them down and living on tenterhooks that wed get compaints from the neighbours.
Then one day we did. An apologetic appeal from a neighbour asking if we could quieten them, particular at dawn. Dont get me wrong, shes a lovely lady. She didnt want to complain, but I understood what she meant. We live in a tightly packed modern housing development. They probably werent making any excessive noise for chickens and if the houses were more dispersed I may have felt less conscious, but and that day marked the turning point for a very difficult decision which was to find a better home for them. Id been spending months feeling tense, darting into the garden whenever the clucking got louder than normal.
But, geez did I feel that Id failed. Im a person that believes in commitment. These chickens were our pets and even at the beginning of the year, my expectations were that we would have them until they passed away. They were good layers, were full of character and brought something special to our lives. The day I decided to rehome them, I knew Id miss them, but I also knew that I couldnt continue with neighbourly disturbances either.
Moving Day came two weeks ago. A good friend of mine, who lives in the countryside, said that she could take them. Shes kept hens for a long time and had plenty of room for more. So with floods of tears to accompany the dismantling of the coop, we set about moving the threesome to their new home....to a chicken run, which was the size of our entire garden, with the opportunity to spend their days foraging in a neighbouring field. Once the new pecking order would be established, I just knew their new home would be more suited to their needs. However, that didnt stop the tears during the drive back home.
Its certainly quieter around this way since theyve left. The garden still feels empty and my routines havent quite got used to their absence. The first time we had leftover scraps, I automatically reached for the kitchen door to take them down to the chicken run. I know our youngest misses them too, even though the run has since been turned into a den with its own jungle camp and shelter,
In different circumstances we will most definitely return to hen-keeping. Should we ever move into a house with a bigger garden in a more spacious neighbourhood, we would gladly welcome more feathered characters into our lives.
In the meantime, Ive got plenty of opportunity to visit our three lovely girls and cant thank my friend enough for having them and making this possible.
And as for the food scraps, for us, its back to the art of worm-keeping. Not quite as much fun, but certainly quieter. Thank goodness weve got a seven year old who also loves worms!
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