Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Yesterday afternoon we moved eight 11-week-old chickens out of their temporary chook tractor home and into the enclosed yard out the front of the big hen house, a former pickers' hut, where they will stay until they are big enough to join the rest of the flock (or in the case of the cockerels, until they are given away or eaten). They seem to be enjoying their new home. We caught the slippery feathered crew and put them in our cat carry boxes for the transfer. It was pretty funny. Real farmers would have found our antics quite amusing I'm sure. Bloody treechangers.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.