We're chickens having fun
Here are some of my chickens in one of their favourite places - the old coal hole! The coal hole looks unhospitable and is dark and a bit dingy but it is a favourite with the chickens, so I relented, cleaned it up a bit and put a perch in it.
During the day they have acres of land to roam on from rough grass to my best efforts at a lawn. (And the flower beds, the gits) At night they retire to Chicken Central, a palatial split level residence with integral nest (which rarely gets used - we go egg hunting these days).
See them scratching around, having dust baths, chasing moths, and having fun. They come to my back door most mornings and ask for food. Sandra will come in and eat from my hand. They have a passion for bananas and rice and peas (a very big treat)
I look at them and cannot imagine that a chicken can be comfortable in a cage where it cannot turn around or indeed in a barn where it is overcrowded and unable to go about its natural business without being pecked. Chickens need room to retreat like most animals. Pack them in and the bickering gets worse than Big Brother.
This is a plea from the Weasel to consider that next time you buy chicken to eat (which I do but I don't eat chickens I know) please go for free range. Please encourage the money people to follow the money and favour farmers who treat chickens like living creatures and not like a product. Please. Thank you. And now back to the callathump.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Saturday, June 24, 2006