I was more concerned that the poultry wouldn't be able to get sufficient cover through the winter months and will probably die of hyperthermia.If he has under 50 layers it’s probably his own business
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Where do they lay eggs?A local small holding run by a dubious character doesn't have pens / sheds for around 30 hens and bantams , they just roost in bushes and trees , come rain or shine , I`m sure the fox approves but surely he has to legally house them at night? .
No idea , he doesn't seem to give f**k.Where do they lay eggs?
Is this them ?Used to have a few hens that lived up a pine tree in the garden they survived the winter
Not if the guns are any good .Pheasant survive
I was more concerned that the poultry wouldn't be able to get sufficient cover through the winter months and will probably die of hyperthermia.
Wasn't aware that chickens had "down"Not at all sure you aren't taking the mick! Die of cold - Jees they got feathers and down. Anyway needn't worry your self young man. Up until a few years ago we had a 'wild' gang of bantums that all originated from a single cockrel and hen bird. Be about 30 or so - numbers varied all the time depending on success or not of fox. Had a coop but preferred to roost in all weathers in a couple of apple trees and an old conifer. All year round come cold or snow. Seemed quite happy. Some laid in the coop some laid elsewhere and hence why a supply of chicks all the time. Quite fun to watch. Foxes finally caught up with them a year or two ago and cleared them out. Now have a couple of banties left and a few hens in a coop and run.
The smell of Christmas, or at least the run up to it, used to be the smell of a tray of burning meths singeing the down off the turkeys once they had been plucked. Pluck the turkey, then hold it over the burning meths and move it around to singe the down off. Usually somebody stood on the edge of the tray at some point and sent burning meths all over the back kitchen floor.Wasn't aware that chickens had "down"
I think there's one or two on this forum who drink meth's . .The smell of Christmas, or at least the run up to it, used to be the smell of a tray of burning meths singeing the down off the turkeys once they had been plucked. Pluck the turkey, then hold it over the burning meths and move it around to singe the down off. Usually somebody stood on the edge of the tray at some point and sent burning meths all over the back kitchen floor.
I'll never forget that smell.
Our town chemist took to drinking the meths in the back of the shop many years ago. Didn't end well.I think there's one or two on this forum who drink meth's . .
I don’t think anyone with forget the Christmas my dad tried to burn the feathers off the turkey with diesely rag. #ambitious but rubbishThe smell of Christmas, or at least the run up to it, used to be the smell of a tray of burning meths singeing the down off the turkeys once they had been plucked. Pluck the turkey, then hold it over the burning meths and move it around to singe the down off. Usually somebody stood on the edge of the tray at some point and sent burning meths all over the back kitchen floor.
I'll never forget that smell.
Devon cider had the same effect. We let a cottage to an old man who ran donkeys on the beach, he was a cider addict. Not uncommon back then and easily spotted by the red faces and enlarged noses! You could get drunk on a couple of pints. "Tangle foot!" they called it!Our town chemist took to drinking the meths in the back of the shop many years ago. Didn't end well.