Yesterday was the new hens first full day of freedom. How did they spend it? Why, eating of course! They certainly have an appetite and are looking a little better than they did on Sunday. We are keeping an eye on Chrissie at the moment. She bolted like a bullet from the coop this morning straight to the drinker and drank very excessively, making her crop swell like a balloon. She seems OK at the moment, we shall see how she is tomorrow. Auntie Marge has a swollen balloon bottom, again being kept under close observation. I have a vets appointment on stand by for Thursday with an exotics specialist (chickens are classed as exotics) just in case.
Excuse the awful blue tarpaulin, its a temporary screen to keep next doors super models quiet. Yes, you guessed it, they are not happy. Oh no. Hand bags at the ready plus plenty of lip gloss. Witches.
Another perfect egg in the nestbox this morning, not sure who is laying (quite frankly I am surprised that they are) but Shazzy claimed it as her own, announcing to the world that she is now a proper chicken. As you can see they are skeletal. Heartbreaking isn’t it? This is what intensive farming for cheap sh*tty eggs does to them. Disgusting!