Poor old chickens. As fast as we pick feathers from the run, so they top up the supply by shedding some more. But we have a few signs of hope. For one thing, the cockerel is beginning to regain his virility. He’s left the hens alone from the start, but yesterday as he emerged from the coop he immediately began to chase senior hen round the feeder. She’s just starting to moult seriously, and his attentions were most unwelcome. She retreated to the safety of the coop, and all three hens only ventured out when they could see that he was busy feeding.
He’s just beginning to regain his tail feathers, so right now he’s not quite as fine a fellow as he thinks:
I can’t resist doing yet another blog entry about the chickens. We’re very taken with them. Neither could I resist this rather sentimental picture opportunity – the henhouse at the end of the rainbow:
Well, yesterday the great day arrived, and we went to collect our four Ixworth chickens. I couldn’t take pictures of them yesterday evening, though, since they went straight into the coop on arrival, and have only been let out to explore the run this morning:
We’ve taken the plunge, and committed to buy a breeding four of Ixworth chickens.
The picture was commissioned by the creator of the Ixworth breed, Reginald Appleyard, from the artist Whippell. It shows his ideal Ixworth pair. I’ll be able to post an actual picture of ours when we pick them up in late August.