Chicken tales and tails

Pulp, on the right, showing off her newly grown tail feathers after an encounter with a dog in the summer.


Our clutch of 4 chicks have grown up and 3 are clearly cockerels, that are now on their journey to banishment at Torr Na Locha on Mull. We had mayhem trying to catch them this morning, the last one being caught by Ceri grabbing his tail. All the chickens were out of sorts afterwards.


The very red comb so young is a sign of cockerel. Below is the only hen from the clutch, Poppy, who is feeling rather lonely this morning.



Speckles, who succesfully brooded the chicks, has been broody again for a while, neglecting herself. Her comb has gone all floppy again, so she is in the hutch on the front lawn during the day to try and break the habit.


We are down to 3 to 4 eggs a day now. Poppy should start to lay within a few weeks.

Renate