I do not look at a live chicken and think 'dinner'. . .well not very often any way. When the others sat under the sage bush, I could not help thinking about the delicious combination. . .baaaadddd chicken mama! I can't believe I love chickens but still eat chicken. Euan has a policy 'we do not eat animals that we know'. That is quite noble and good news for the dog and the budgie. I think in an ideal world we would only eat animals we know, then we could be sure that the animals we ate had lives free from 'pain or distress'. I am not cut out for farming at all however much I like to think I am and the whole 'to eat meat or not to eat meat debate' is a massive and often controversial topic. Having 'pet' chickens has made me realise they are not a food product, they are happy, intelligent, sentient beings that are able to experience pain and pleasure. My girls used to like a trip to the 'Beauty Salon' and enjoyed a 'wash and blow dry' pamper experience and would happily cluck away under the hair dryer.
Blossom and Bluebell are very different to our previous chickens. They don't know me at all yet and it is a bit sad that they think I am very frightening. I had not seen them venture out at all. Euan had a steady stream of children going up and down the garden last night to show off his new 'sisters'. I think all of the kids on our street have had a formal introduction now. He assured me he had seen them both out and eating and drinking. I went up to the coop this morning to take a photograph of them huddled in the next box. I was surprised to see them out, they were surprised to see me too but they did not run away. I am talking to them in my 'nicest, as reassuring as I can get' voice and I am telling them nice things. I don't think it would be a good idea for me to transcribe a 'chicken chat' for you because you never know who is reading your blog and I do not want the men in white coats to arrive to take me away. I haven't heard a cluck yet but they are making cute little 'coo's and peeps'. This morning they looked a little bit interested in what I had to say rather than just plain terrified and they chatted back a tiny bit, so I think we are making progress. I know I need to handle them regularly so they are not afraid but I really don't want to traumatise the poor things. I can't trust them to free range yet because catching a terrified chicken is no easy task.
Hope you are having a good weekend. XXX