Enter the chickens

On entering the garden, accompanied by Nina and Judy on the way home to Brussels after Women Moving the Edge, we were greeted by the sight of the chicken tractor, inhabited by two absolutely beautiful brown hens, and the sound of their gentle clucking.

These latest additions to the family were donated by Chrisje’s brother – I cannot think of a more perfect gift: our very first full-time animal residents (Chrisje’s songbird only visits at weekends)!

When we opened the roosting box to take a peek… Lo and behold: an egg! What a wonder!

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A week later, the chickens are quite at home – on my next visit, I found them industriously helping Ria in the compost heap. Since nobody had named them yet, I observed them closely as they busied themselves with their work. By half way through the afternoon, I named them Itchy and Scratchy – mainly because one of them scratches and the other one doesn’t. And because my kids have always loved the Simpsons.


About iyeshe

Woman returning to the wild. Cunning linguist, mother of twins, witch, host, harvester, spaceholder for the dawning Aquarian age, evolutionary wooden-spoon wielder, self-mitigating carbon footprint, wannabe holon in the forthcoming collective buddha...
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