Well that was different. Arrived home with our newly rescued girls and, as always, took their crate into the chicken shed: their new home. With previously rescued chooks, when you remove them from the crate they are understandably bewildered and unsure as to where to go or what to do. They normally just stand frozen to the spot.
These two, a totally different ball game: so much so they took me by surprise. As soon I’d lifted them out of the crate they almost flew through the hatch to the pen outside. This is the difference between a battery rescued chicken: having never seen the light of day before, and our newly rescued free-range hens. Our new chickens are not in perfect condition but have obviously had a far better life than the girls we’ve rescued over the years. These two know how to scratch around in the earth for insects, and are settling in well.
Though as expected, our older residents: Bluebell and Summer, are not so thrilled about the new lodgers and set-up.
If we just ignore them they might go away.
