We picked up our new girls the weekend just gone. We were going to name them Sheryl and Beryl (and Meryl if we got a third) but they are now just going to be referred to as ‘the girls’.
I read on a blog a few weeks ago: “I started off calling our chickens names that went through the alphabet but once we got to Tess it began to get a little depressing.” Perhaps I am being a bit pessimistic, but that sounds like a plan – ‘the girls’. I am not good with things dying (not that it happens very often…promise!).
We collected our girls from a place that I expected to be murdered at and brought them back to their new home…our home. They are only four months old and should be laying delicious eggs when they turn six months old. In the meantime, we are just going to enjoy the ‘chick chick’ sound they make. At feeding time in our house you will now hear “Kirk, Kirk, Kirk”, followed by “Puss, Puss, Puss”, and a “Chook, Chook, Chook” to finish it off. Thank goodness we don’t have a pet bee or horse or turtle.
We ended up deciding on the chook breed of Australorps as they are friendly, perfect for the Queensland weather, excellent layers, recommended by Kirk’s dad who knows a lot about chooks, and they are cute. That last point is very important. While looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t going to be hacked into little pieces, I saw ‘the girls’ parents in a pen next to where our two girls lived and they are stunning! They are actually show chooks, so we may have some real beauties on our hands. Already they are beautiful in my eyes.
We only got two chooks for now and will expand our ‘farm’ with two more in a few months. Hopefully that will take us to four alive chooks in total. Wish me luck.