Hello and welcome to The Compost Bin. I'm Compostwoman and I live in Herefordshire with Compostman and teenage daughter Compostgirl. We have just under 4 acres of land which contains a woodland, polytunnel, small orchard, garden and veg plot. We grow our own organic produce and make lots of cider, wine, jam and chutney. We also make a lot of compost. We share our lives with Chickens, Cats, Guinea Pigs and assorted wildlife. We try our best to live a more self reliant lifestyle, growing and making and fixing and mending and re-using and re-cycling stuff, if we can.
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Friday, 28 December 2012
Happy 1st Henniversary Yarrow and Marjoram hens
Two looked ok ish but the other 5 were very bare and very sad. They were virtually bald and in shock and two were seriously injured - one with a broken, trailing wing and one with a leg she was holding up off the ground with a crabbed claw and a horrible limp.
We restored all to good health and they had several months of lovely life here as proper free range hens. Two (Attilla and Coriander) were given to a friend who lives nearby. (Sadly she lost them in a fox attack in April)
The other five ex battery hens stayed here, scratching in the wood and garden with my other hens but in April Mrs Fox and her cubs killed 3 of them, along with my six pure breed hens
So I was left with only three hens - two of the Christmas 2011 ex battery hens plus Nutmeg, very old, very wise hen, hand reared by us in early 2008.
In May 2012 I added five more ex barn hens and still have four of them, and the seven ginger hens live as a happy flock and are a delight to look after - such sweet hens and all such characters.
So today, from the original 7 ex battery hens a year ago I still have Yarrow ( aka Limpy Chicken) and Marjoram - rescued from 18 months of unimaginable cruelty - of being in a tiny cage in virtually constant artificial light (except for an hour or so of darkness), unable to flap, stretch or dustbathe - no scratching in litter or laying in a nest or roosting, never mind digging in the soil for a worm or feeling the sunshine on their feathers. Caged, egg laying machines.
Consigned, at the end of their economic egg laying life ( still laying well, just not well enough for the battery system) to certain death and being made into ( for example) cat meat. And then kind people rescued them from this fate and took them to a barn near Hereford for people like us to take home and love.
Yarrow the day after rescue.
I HATE the cage bird system and I believe that giving an ex caged hen even one minute ( hour, day, week, month) which holds love, kindness and freedom for her, more than she EVER had in her previous existance, must make it a worthwhile thing to do for her . When we adopt a caged hen it has to have a good impact on her, even if she only lives a few days in freedom and comfort and love.
Marjoram the day after rescue
Marjoram hen is still going strong, bright and beautiful and laying an egg for us every other day, even now.
Yarrow hen is now slowly "winding down" - there is nothing obviously wrong with her, but she has had a year of health and freedom and love - and for an ex cage bird that means a lot.
Happy Henniversary my lovely girls and fond thoughts for your feathery sisters who died in April in The Great Fox attacks - Comfrey ( aka Flappy chicken), Cumin, Marigold, Attilla and Coriander.
May your days be filled with mealworms, corn, chasing the cats, finding worms and snoozing in the barn.