Chickentastic
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The chickens now have names, Shadow and Yoda, after I wrestled naming-rights from Verity. She wanted to call them Pecker and Layer, which is as good an example as any as to why children should never ever be allowed to name pets.
We felt guilty about their pokey run, so have allowed them to free-range during the day. The garden has not been completely trashed yet, although they are remodelling the borders.
Yoda is particularly adept at de-housing snails and the lawn has become a snail graveyard. What I wasn't quite prepared for was the amount of poo. Chickens create an improbably quantity and clearing it up is a daily chore.
Otherwise all is good in Chickenland. They put themselves to bed at night so I only have to raise the drawbridge to keep the local foxes at bay.
Mork only chases them occasionally and only then for fun. Egg production is like clockwork. Two eggs every day. Shadow lays at 8am and Yoda at 11am. I am not sure whether they agreed a rota between themselves or just have different body clocks.
