On the windiest day of the year so far I woke early having slept badly with a sense of excitement and trepidation. Not the ideal weather for bringing chickens home who had never experienced the outdoors before but in for a penny, in a for a pound and at least it was relatively warm!
And as my mum commented, “They’ll be living in Cumbria. They might as well get used to it.”
So at 10:30 this morning, in what can only be described as a very strange experience, I collected six ex-commercial hens who were carefully but unceremoniously grabbed from the back of a trailer and popped into the two dog crates I had brought along. By 10:33 we were in the car and headed for home.
Forty-five minutes later six beautiful girls, each missing varying quantities of feathers, arrived home and bravely left the crate for their new coop, leaving our first egg in one of the crates.
Only one was feeling brave enough (or inquisitive enough maybe) to poke her head out today but I’m hoping after a good night’s sleep they will start to feel a little braver tomorrow and I may even see one or two of them out in the run. And maybe, if I'm very careful and very lucky, they will earn to enjoy my company as I anticipate enjoying theirs.