Here are the 3 pullets we went and bought the boys’ Nonna. The last time we were at her place she was talking about wanting to have more chickens. She lives in Gisborne, in the country, and foxes took her last chooks. She had them in an open tin shed surrounded by chicken wire and when we described our lockable coop she got all excited. She’s a master manipulator, but since I’ve become interested in veggie gardening and chooks we’ve also gotten along really well, much better than when I was part of the family. So what could I do?
I surrendered to the inevitable and offered to buy her a coop and run and the boys would put it together, exactly as they did for me. The boys decided to buy the chickens for her as an early Christmas present, so off we went to Emerald to buy them for her. The oldest Isa Browns they had were 14 weeks old, so they’ll have a month or so to settle in before they start producing eggs.
When we got home I put them in the little run so that my gerls wouldn’t torment them. Chickens are very nasty to new birds.
Pudgy and Hazel are at the bottom of the pecking order. They were most interested in the new arrivals. In fact, they all were. The perturbed noises from all 6 of them went on and on. Last night I went out after dark, scooped up Nonna’s birds and popped them in with mine. I had to get up very early to separate them in the morning before mine realised that they were all in together.
Today we drive all the way to Gisborne to put up my EX-mother-in-law’s chook pen.
What happened to the rule that when you divorce someone, you divorce their entire family?