As the weather was vaguely summery on Sunday, Richard, Welly and I decided to trot up onto Dartmoor to see my Hen Pal.
It turned into a beautiful sunny evening and we had a good nose around the veg patch, admired the living willow ‘fedge’ (a cross between and fence and a hedge!) and then went to say ‘hi’ to the chickens.
Welly finds anything even vaguely feathery very, very exciting and proceeded to do quite a bit of barking and rushing about. The hens, very wisely, ignored him, secure in the knowledge he was the other side of their fence.
The chicken I am holding (rather gingerly!) is, we think, a Barnevelder, affectionately known as ‘The Dinosaur Bird’, so named by a visiting godchild! She does have a rather fierce pre-historic look to her, but was very friendly and tolerated me holding her in a somewhat amateur way.
Chickens in the garden are very soothing. Their ‘pock pock’ sounds and bustling nature are somehow very relaxing. But, as my Hen Pal says, spend half an hour watching a flock of hens and you’ll understand all about the terms ‘henpecked’ and ‘pecking order’. They have a strict hierarchy and can be quite vicious to each other, especially to the poor little soul who’s bottom of the pecking order. Nature red in tooth and claw…
The star of the show really has to be the Cream Legbar who lays the beautiful blue eggs. She has a wonderful floppy comb and looks like someone on her way to Ascot with a ridiculous hat! She’s rather independent though so getting her to pose with me for a photo wasn’t an option sadly, but we’ve got one of her on her own anyway.
Opening the nest box is always very exciting and I wasn’t disappointed – four eggs for that day and there was even a blue one! They are, of course, the most delicious eggs and the yolks a beautiful deep yellow colour.
The drive up on to Dartmoor is always a lovely one and it was nice to get out and see it in the sunshine, we’ve had so little of that in June. Here’s hoping that July is rather better!