The huge rooster who got too big for his knee joints passed away last night (yes, I even use euphemisms with chooks) and we were left with one lone chook.
She's a bit on the heavy side too. But it's not all my fault. These were the chooks from the broiler factory. They're bred to get big. This is one pampered chook though. She hasn't laid a single egg since we've had her. Not one. Lucky we're nice friendly non-farmer types, huh? I can't imagine she would have lasted this long at any of my neighbour's houses.
Anyway, we no from experience that chooks are happier when they have friend so I rang the mysterious middle of nowhere sheltered workshop/ petting zoo/ hobby farm (for people who like wild boar- they make up about 70% of the animals there) and asked if they would sell me three chooks. Got the ok and grabbed my boxes and tape and headed down there.
The business manager greeted me at the residential facility and sent me across the road to the farm. The farm manager explained the birds were point of lay (about to hit their most productive egg season) and he would only sell me one. Love communication breakdowns, huh? Oh well, one is better than nothing and I came home with a new friend:
Isn't she pretty? And point of lay? Wow. We may actually stop buying chook food and eggs in the same shopping trip now!
All the hay and bamboo leaves in the cage are what I was using to soak up the mud from the melting snow. Poor chooks were living in a mudbath there for a while. Now it's all dry and they have a little forest thing going on with all that dry stuff in there.
Here's to good health, a long life, safe nights and maybe even the occasional egg little chook.