With a vegan parent since 2002, the prospect of having chickens was ruled out! But… that was without counting the youngest, Gretel, 9 years old at the time of the incident, who quite simply dealt directly with a passing heating engineer. (The traitor showed him the photos of his chicks-available-immediately!). And here we are in a jiffy with six chickens and a cat.
There is Moon the little rooster, her sister Flocon and Pompon the talkative: all three are very old fluffy Chinese silken hens. Then there is Minuit, the giant black Jersey hen and finally Étoile et Comète, the super fast common dwarf hens.
They all sleep in a double chicken coop made from the remains of hand carts (kutches in Alsatian) from the old farm. They spend the day free in the garden. No question of clipping their wings. It is a real pleasure to observe them and review our vocabulary: pothole, luxury hen, goosebumps, lying with the hens, wet hen etc...
As the fox rode in the spring, it was necessary to adopt a small abandoned cat to dissuade the fox. Ah these neo-rurals!
