The Chicken House Blog

Gert the goats first morning at Forsham found our new girl a bit ‘stressy’ her unrelenting bleating bellowing visibly into the damp morning air, an indication she needed attention in the udder region. (more…)

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 out onto lusher grass. (more…)

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. (more…)

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

The rearing house we use throughout the entire rearing period is our Lenham 705.

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Be it roast spuds or roast chicken Cindy and I have always been very comfortable with the idea of producing our own feed. Periodically over the past thirty years we raised meat birds from day olds to main course. (more…)

Thanks to the spell casting prowess of Cindy ( see, I married a witch). The field that was adjacent to our garden was now part of the garden of No3 Forsham Cottages. We paid way over the odds for what on paper was agricultural land. But we were not buying agricultural land we were buying garden and DTS (Despite The Spell) our farming neighbour did not actually want to sell land, so a classic case of a sellers market. (more…)

You could class me as a bit of a ‘saddo’. Some folks collect train numbers others study old bus timetables. But I have a fascination with old poultry and waterfowl housing, which as far as I know is a club of one ……… me . (more…)

Cindy & I are born and bred Kentish, she from High Halden and me from Woodchurch (four miles apart). I am not sure if we are “Men of Kent” or “Kentish Men”, which has something to do with being born one side or other of the river Medway, apparently to some folk’s that matters! . (more…)

Way back when King Arthur held court, I’m talking Scargill here, not him with the round table. I had an affair … with Felicity Kendle. To be fair she didn’t know about the affair, but my wife did. (more…)