Chicken keeping has been one of the great ambitions of my life so far. You might think I'm aiming a bit low with my ambitions but I have no shame regarding my chicken dreams. Until recently it was but a dream and tight inner city living kept all hopes at bay. Moving to the farm has allowed me many things previously unthinkable, like a big vegetable garden, my own dog and lots of space. It has now also allowed me chickens. Wondrous red chickens. They are rescued battery chickens and I don't believe they have ever walked on solid ground. The first night was touch and go, I was very worried about my meisies (girls). They survived the night,the following two days and even gave me an egg. One has a vrot pooitjie (bad foot) and the other is a bullying bitch. These facts will help inspire their names... Vrot pooitjie is the creator of the only egg thus far. If bully bitch doesn't get to egg laying and stop picking on pooitjies, we'll probably have to eat her. Such is life.
