Thursday, April 6, 2023

A Short Poultry Story- Life On The Plot

 Loved keeping hens over the years, you can wile away the hours just watching them



Life On The Plot

 A paltry poultry story by Paul Bright. Dec 2010

We were glad to get away from the farm i can tell you- no not that farm at Langley CIA HQ silly; I mean Paxcroft Farm the other side of Trowbridge!  1500 of us cooped up in that barn, so getting selected was pretty smart, don’t you think?  We just got grabbed by the legs and stuffed in a box actually, not the correct way to handle a bird! Cor can remember that day like yesterday, it was so hot in that box coming across to Bath in the car, I tried to tell the little girl, Molly’s her name I think, to give us some more air but she didn’t want to know, I think she was a bit scared of us initially with our big feet, flappy wings and sharp beaks. You know crammed in like that with my new buddies I had to keep my beak open just to breathe.

Well, we soon arrived on ‘the plot’ as we now call it, a small secluded allotment site surrounded by houses, nevertheless, with the greenery etc we don’t feel overlooked as we need our privacy when performing our ‘daily miracle’, yea we like it there and feel well settled. Took a few days to sus out the place, however, bearing in mind that big barn we came from and don’t forget we’re only youngsters, POL- point of lay dummy,  and learning the ropes. Anyway we were put in this ark and run on ‘the plot’ under the plum tree, and didn’t know we had to go down the ladder to get out, so we were stuck up there until the people took us down. Same when it was time for bed we just thought we would be carried up like kids but no, had to do it ourselves- got it sorted now, bit of independence like.

I am glad we were given names by the people because it means we won’t be eaten, least we hope not- we did hear one of the people say they would put us in the pot after the first year and it doesn’t pay to keep hens after their second laying season- we’ll take our chance, 4-5 years would be a good life. We’ve got our private names of course but to you I’m Eeny, the dark one and top of the pecking order and my buddies are Meeny, Miny and Moe, something about a rhyme, or something.

You probably want to know what breed we are- Highline one of the coolest layers going, none of our fancy cousins like Buff Orpington who strut around the place, look pretty but don’t produce the goods. It would be nice to have a bit of male company such as a Leghorn  cockerel to keep us in order, we do like to misbehave, and have a few kids running about the place- can’t believe the number of people who don’t know how chickens are made. But we know it would upset the neighbours and it’s against the allotment regs anyway- ‘cattle, dogs and poultry shall not be kept in such places or in such a manner as to be a nuisance or annoyance to the inhabitants’- sounding off at 3am on a summer’s morning wouldn’t do would it?

Now we soon got a daily routine established- up with the sun, come down, bit of a pooh, drink and feed, house cleaning, back up for the ‘miracle’- now that can be a pressure because only two of us can get in the nesting box at one time and if you can’t wait your have to lay it carefully on the landing! Once the egg has been discharged you can take it easy and have a preen, that’s a personal clean, fluffy bottoms and all that- we go mad after wet weather when there is a bit of sun coming through. We need to preen the old feathers with the waxy stuff using the gland at the base of our vent at the top of the tail, to waterproof the feathers again. We like a bit of grit too to help the digestion, you see grit in the gizzard acts like teeth for us-‘like hen’s teeth’ get it? We haven’t got any! The people tend to come up in the afternoon and are pretty good on cleaning us out, getting the goods of course and letting us have a run around and stretch our legs. A balanced layers meal is just the ticket for us, ok like cats the same every day, and we prefer the organic type. Greens-yep more the merrier and even a bit of pasta or rice- eh some wise crack said we could be chicken tikka masala, sure!!! 



Blue the black cat with the bent ear is a bit of a pain and stalks us; we tolerate him and show whose boss by making noises and flapping our wings at him. Monty the other one is much more sensible and just watches us from a distance.

We like to grub around, especially when the ground has been freshly dug, but have to be careful though, and not get in the way of the spade or fork- it’s not nice on the foot you know! We like to wander and ended once up over the fence in the next door garden.  The people haven’t clipped our wings so we like to fly low and whizz around like a harrier. We do like a good dust bath especially in the poly tunnel alongside the tomatoes where the soil is warm and fine- keeps our plumage healthy, cool in hot weather and those nasty insect pests at bay. We’re not too keen on the wind and rain that’s why we really appreciate the people putting us in the poly tunnel over winter, smart move. Even then the water has frozen over on occasions and its tough breaking it through.

They usually coax us in with some corn –fall for it nearly every time but occasionally give them the run round. Might have a final drink before bed, and then at dusk it’s time to go up the ladder and into the house for  TV, knitting, watch a film like Chicken Run etc before wing over the head and settle down for the night on the bar.

Now i gotta explain a bit more about the ‘daily miracle’. The people say it is  ‘a miracle’ every time we lay one- they’re right of course- a miracle as you know is  An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God: One that excites admiring awe’. Our eggs are beautifully packaged and one can recycle the shell in all sorts of ways. Eggs last a long time, you don’t have to keep them in the fridge by the way, and as for value for money, I cost £7, well there is the cost of the feed but think how many I lay- for instance 1 a day, hardly miss,  that’s hundreds in a year, thousand or so in a life time!


Listen a few facts about  eggs, you need to follow this closely, it’s a bit technical- eggs develop one by one in us and become detached and slip into the oviduct- along a twisted tube ending in the vent or anus through which our droppings and eggs pass on leaving the body. You see the oviduct is in two parts. In the first portion the white or albumen is deposited around the yolk of the egg- takes 3-5hrs and in the second part of the oviduct the shell is made which is another 15hrs, got to get the packaging right for the customer otherwise it’s a mess, oh and there’s no date on it, you have to do that yourself- so you see we’ve always got one on the go. Sometimes we do a double yoker just for a laugh. Recently Meeny laid a 100g egg a real whopper. (3.5oz) 

As yet we haven’t had any hassle from the fox and keep pretty well thanks. We only start to moult after 12months beginning early autumn and haven’t been tempted or tested with getting broody, feather eating, egg eating, egg binding, prolapses, common colds, roup, cramp, liver disease, fowl cholera, crop bound, or Newcastle disease whatever that is!  On Guy Fawkes Night our owners had made a bonfire and we overheard someone say to them you could have roast chicken- not funny!

What  do we contribute?-  fresh manure for sure, the very best you can get- per bird per day is over 90g (4oz)- in fact if you had 100 birds you would make nearly four tons a year, think about that...deep pooh! Our eggs are freeish range- £1.20 half doz to you, normally £1.76 check out the colour of the yoke, oh and let’s not forget creating amusement, pleasure- we’ve quite a repertoire of sounds, don’t mind being picked up and stroked, we keep the bugs down, make the new neighbours feel welcome and grub over their freshly dug ground.

Well, time to wind up, why don’t you come up and see us sometime, we’ll show you around the plot and if you have time then join us for a meal. On the menu this week is a smoked salmon soufflé starter, Lancashire Tart main course, accompanied by  fresh veg from the plot, and for pud a choice of chocolate roulade, crème caramel or pavlova- all with fresh eggs of course! Yeah come on up, we’re always in!

PS. Post meal entertainment: The World's Longest List of Chicken Sayings...! http://www.chickenvideo.com/sayings.html

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