Less than a year ago I shared the arrival of our rescue hens with you. We were expecting shy, timid creatures but instead they were a bolshy bunch. Although rescued from a free range chicken farm, many had feathers missing and one young lady (they were a year old when they were sprung) was quickly nicknamed Rodette after her resemblance to the old, male singer with the funky hair.
The chicken run is directly behind the kitchen window and their antics kept us entertained as they soon learnt to fly up onto the windowsill looking for food.
With the arrival of the rescue hens, our flock increased to 15 and the White Sussex rooster was kept busy. From the day they arrived we averaged around 50 eggs a week, so took to selling some at the gate which covered their feed bill. Once you have chickens, you never go hungry as there’s always something you can rustle up in the kitchen for breakfast, lunch or tea and our girls quickly learnt how to make pancakes. One of the unseen bonuses of rearing your own hens is being able to give a box of eggs to friends or swap them for a jar of local honey.
Our hens were kept in a big area at the back of the house which has a pallet gate fitted to keep the dogs out, but because we don’t clip their wings, the hens were able to jump up onto the wall of the adjoining farm or fly up into the trees when they wanted to. Two of the original flock slept above the coop every night, refusing to be locked into it with the other ladies, no matter how low the thermometer fell. Over the winter months the pen gates were left open, allowing them all to free range around our garden, giving them fresh grass and an opportunity to keep the slug and weed population at bay.
All was going well, the rescues plumped out and grew luxurious feathers which they liked to preen and fluff out. Even Rodette became hard to distinguish among the others once her soft coat returned.
And then the fox came.
We didn’t notice at first as we’d gotten out of the habit of counting the hens in at night. But one evening we went out a little earlier to check them as had a feeling there weren’t as many. Sure enough, there were two missing. Having been on the receiving end of foxes before, we knew they’d be back and within a couple of days another hen was taken. As the days went by, the raids became more frequent and bolder. We stopped the hens free ranging, locking them into their run as the fox was spotted both in the morning and lunchtime in the front garden. However, the hens were used to pecking around wherever they liked. With no fencing on top of the wall to prevent them getting out or the fox getting in, and no time to put something together, the foxes were onto a winner. Breakfast, lunch and dinner was laid out for their family, free for the taking.
The long and the short of it is that we couldn’t protect our scared hens. We weren’t prepared. We let them and ourselves down. During a two-week period when Mr G was working all hours and we had family staying, all but one hen was taken. We could only hope that their ending was quick. By the time a temporary, enclosed coop and run had been put together, only the Little White Hen remained.
We put the new accommodation onto the front lawn where we could keep the best eyes on her and moved her in. At first she pecked around in the grass, busy looking for bugs, though she must have been bit lonely and no doubt worried about her own survival after the trauma of seeing all her fellow hens disappear. As the days passed we could tell she missed the company of the others and we worried about her mental health. Was it fair to keep her alone? Should we give her away? Do hens even get depressed?
We didn’t want to take on more hens until we were in a better place to keep them safe. Then one day our Little White Hen refused to come out of her temporary coop. On inspection we realised she was broody. Although we were pleased that she had something to occupy her, we realised this new state of being wouldn’t amount to anything as without fertile eggs under her, there would be no chicks.
Cold Eggs
It became clear that our Little White Hen wasn’t going to snap out of her broodiness so I called into neighbours and asked if they might have some fertile eggs to spare. They opened the fridge and gave me half a dozen they’d picked up from their own nesting boxes over the previous few days. Although cold and unable to confirm fertility, I decided to take the gamble. I brought the eggs in and left them on the countertop, letting them slowly return to room temperature before slipping them under our Little White Hen.
For three weeks nothing happened then yesterday we heard a squawk. Our boisterous puppy ran out to investigate and low and behold there was a chick, and another and another. Four little balls of fluff had hatched under their surrogate mother and were looking for food. Our pup was beside herself with excitement, mother hen was protective, all of them were hungry. With no chick food in the house I rang Oldfarm’s Margaret for advice, not realising she’d blogged the recipe.
“Blend some seeds, porridge, raisins and bits from the cupboard to keep them going” she suggested “there’s no point buying a sack of feed”.
We did this but mother hen seemed a bit worried that it wasn’t fine enough, either that or she wasn’t feeling very maternal and ate as much of it as she could, pushing her chicks out-of-the-way in the process. I remembered that Old MacDonald’s, our excellent smallholding store sold small quantities of chick crumb so picked some up today, if our home-made feed wasn’t working out for them.
We made the decision after the last fox raid that we wouldn’t keep hens again unless we could offer them a safer environment to live in, so before the new little family come out Mr G will be attempting to fox proof the run.
We suspect we got away with it for so many years because we have large dogs. But like us all, they became elderly and stopped hearing the foxes arrival. Now we have an eager new pup, if we can keep the chickens safe from her, we don’t think the foxes will venture into the garden again for a while.
I love that we’re surrounded by larger mammals. Badgers and foxes thrive in this area and we’re happy to share our space with them, feel excitement when we see them out in the fields, or crossing the road at night on the way in and out of their sets.
I just wish those darned bloody foxes wouldn’t keep stealing our hens…
Dee Sewell – a horticulturalist and certified trainer who started Greenside Up in 2009 and teaches people how to grow vegetables. Dee specialises in working with community gardens but also offers workshops, allotment visits, consultations, horticultural therapy, afterschools clubs as well as local talks – she tailors her services to meet clients needs. In 2012 Dee launched a Seed Gift Collection containing varieties of vegetable and insect friendly flowers with the aim of getting more people growing. Dee’s blog was a finalist in the 2012 Ireland Blog Awards in the Eco/Green and Lifestyle Categories.
Source: GreensideUp – The Hens Tale – Breeding Chicks from Cold Eggs – Dee Sewell
