New year, new chooks
January 5th, 2014
My niece Megan came to stay the other night, on her way down to Bruny Island to visit her sister. While she was here, we got out the photos of me and my brothers when we were kids, and laughed at the bathers we used to wear, and how my father used to line us up by size for having our picture taken. And in the middle of it all I found this picture, taken on my grandfather’s farm in South Australia. I don’t remember it, but Mum told me a while ago that I found the chook feathers myself and insisted on putting them in my hair. Must have been an early burst of creativity. 🙂
Why is this relevant? Because two days ago, I got chooks! I’ve been wanting them for a while, partly because I’ve got so many insect pests in my back garden, partly for the eggs, and partly just because chooks are nice to have.
So on Friday I drove into the wilds of Tasmania and returned with three chickens. They spent the first afternoon locked in their shed, the next day roaming behind a temporary wire fence, and today they’ve been wandering freely around the garden (I’ve wired off my vegies so they can’t get to them). To my joy, they like both earwigs and grasshoppers, and seem very contented with their new home.
They don’t have names yet, so I will consider all suggestions. One is a deep reddish-brown, another is a lighter reddish-brown (she’s the boldest), and the third is a mix of pale red and white (I think she’s the most timid).
Am I writing? No, I’m on holiday this week. Next week I’ll get back to the edit of Sunker’s Deep.