Hubby finished of the chook (chicken or hen, for you out of towners!) pen and then he and the kids headed off to get us some chooks.
Here's the chook pen in all its over-engineered, Taj Mahal like glory.
And the girls' accommodation. Complete with gas lanterns and railings to tie the horses when the roosters ride into to town and call in to visit. No, not really. It's not that sort of a hen house!
And here are a couple of the girls.
They look a bit scrawny and tattered because they're ex-battery hens. Hubby heard from one the neighbours that one of the egg farms sells their hens off for $5 when they're not 'producing as well as they should' ie, they drop down to an egg ever day or two rather than pumping out two eggs a day. We've been told that within a couple of months of space, food and care they'll be back to an egg a day and a couple of months after that they should have regrown their feathers and look a little more, um... attractive. In the meantime they're having a ball scratching in the dirt, pigging out on vegie scraps and exploring their pen.
And the kids are having a ball checking on the chooks every five minutes, reporting back to us on how the girls are doing and collecting the eggs. Because, despite them being considered 'past it' and 'poor layers' the six chooks have still pumped out five eggs each day. I'm hoping that means they aren't too traumatised and are loving their new home.
Once upon a time I had a different blog all about my life as a Red Dirt Mummy but after four years and a move back to the hills of Perth I needed a break from blogging. I soon found out that I really missed it and so this blog was born. There's still cooking and the kids, but it's also about striving to live on the sunny side and seeing the world in a 'glass half full' kind of way.