The Chicken House Blog

As kids, the fields around us were ‘polka doted’ with cows, they were everywhere. Whenever you crossed a pasture a quick scan to see if the bull was about became standard ‘survival’ practise. As a dare we would grap hold of the electric fencing up set up to stop the cows bracking […]

Having finished building my chicken run, I could now stand at the kitchen sink and survey my stockade. I am not admitting to it being ugly or an eyesore as was some peoples unsolicited opinions.

I have a theory based on no sociological theory whatsoever, other than my slightly distorted perspective on the world, and just about everything.