What a beautiful Autumn day!
I've been down at the chicken house, or as us Aussies like to call it "the chook house". I wanted to tidy up and cut back alot of overgrown plants inside, because I'm sure the chooks can't find each other!
When we moved to the farm 4 years ago, this amazing chicken house complete with occupants was part of the deal. We have no idea how old the hens and roosters were, and we have lost some to old age along the way.
Except for the time we introduced the neighbours hen, named Ellen who happened to be a rooster, who had a fight with our rooster who subsequently died from his war wounds.
Sorry where was I? Oh right!
So our hens have given us alot of eggs during the years, but now they are happy to live out their lives in the sunshine in their chook house palace.
Footnote:- There is a particular skirt that I love which is a burnt orange colour. The chickens hate it. Everytime I wear it, they peck me.
I'm now using it as a cleaning cloth.