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‘My Human and I’ – a poem for chicken-keepers who have loved and lost a feathered friend

Pet chicken having a cuddle

Saying Goodbye to Shelley the Chicken

Last year, I said goodbye to a much-loved chicken of mine called Shelley Shufflebottom. She suffered with Egg Yolk Peritonitis which unfortunately did not respond to treatment despite my best efforts. I felt a special bond with Shelley who was enormously tame, affectionate and who genuinely seemed to adore being close to me.

 

Chicken in the bath

 

She was gentle, inquisitive and gave me endless hours of entertainment with her quirky personality. She loved being given bubble baths and especially blow dries during which she would fall asleep as the warm air ruffled her feathers.

 

 

 

Her playful nature has given me endless inspiration for my greeting card designs and chicken art. A quick glance at some of my illustrations featuring her gives an insight into the kind of hen she was.

 

Cute chicken card

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, I have struggled to express my sadness at her passing away through the medium of illustration and have pondered for some time on how to pay tribute to this special girl. I finally settled on the idea of writing a poem, which came to me in the middle of the night seemingly at random. I was lying in bed unable to sleep about a week ago, thinking of all the wonderful chicken-loving people I have connected with and spoken to since bringing chickens into my life and of how many times I have realised that others too experience grief at the loss of their chickens…then it came to me. The words just fell out of my head and I used the notes app on my iPhone to jot them down before I fell asleep.

I wrote the poem from Shelley’s perspective as I like to think she had some understanding of my struggle to help her. To put this struggle into context, I should point out that I noticed she was ill on the morning I was moving house and re-locating from Aberystwyth to Norwich. I felt the build up of fluid in her abdomen as I lifted her into her travel box in preparation for a 300 mile journey. When we arrived in Norwich (after a gruelling 8-hour drive), I found a vet that specialised in ‘exotic’ animals and took her there the following day. I should say at this point that the vet I used was fantastic and so understanding of the importance of chickens (All Creatures Healthcare). At no point did I feel like Shelley was being treated as ‘just a chicken’, but instead as a loved pet. These vet visits would turn out to be a weekly occurrence for over a month. Her abdomen was drained of the fluid that was weighing her fragile body down and she was put on antibiotics which were administered by myself or Martin twice a day. Her dosage was increased and draining repeated as she showed no signs of recovery.

She grew weaker and weaker and eventually stopped walking, preferring instead to sit in her house or if she could muster the strength, stagger out into the sun and lay down in its warmth. My other hen Speckledy, who had previously faced a lot of bullying from her companion, would tentatively go over to Shelley during these rare moments in the sunshine and would sit down beside her. One day, I actually came out to find them sitting together with Speckledy sleeping with her head against Shelley’s back. I so wish I had taken a photograph of that moment.

I would go out every evening and lift Shelley out of the nest, placing her on my lap and we would sit for an hour or two enjoying the fading sunlight. She would snuggle into me and close her eyes as I stroked her wings and rubbed the side of her head, which for some reason she loved.

I’m unsure of why chickens evoke such strong emotions in me or why I feel such an affinity to them but what I do know is that I’m not alone in feeling this way.

When someone buys a greeting card from me with artwork which has been inspired by Shelley, I am so grateful that she lives on by bringing a smile to others just as she did to me. I hope the following poem I have written will help to illuminate to others how deeply our lives can be touched by chickens and will resonate with those who have had to go through the experience of losing a feathered friend.

 

 

My Human & I

 

When you became my human, there’s no way I could have known,

The happiness and love I would come to feel in my new home.

I’m not sure if all my chicken-friends experience that same fate,

But one thing’s for sure, I won’t end up on a plate.

You stumble out of bed each morning to let me out at dawn,

You let me free-range on what was once a tidy lawn.

When I make my water muddy, you roll your eyes and clean it,

You tell me I’m a messy girl but you smile so I know you don’t mean it.

You find me so funny and I always make you laugh,

I know the way I run must look a little daft!

You’ve given me a house that keeps me comfy in all weathers,

You’ve given me the chance to feel the sun upon my feathers.

But all good things must end, although I’d love us to stay together,

If love was an elixir, then maybe I would have lived forever.

When it became clear that my health was in decline,

You did everything you could, but it was just my time.

You took me to the vet and you talked about my pain,

They told you it would do no good to put me through treatment again.

You knew those words were coming and a tear rolled down your cheek,

I lay on the table watching you, my body exhausted and weak.

You stroked my feathers gently and I leaned against your hand,

You whispered that you wished I was able to understand,

And how hard it had been to make that final choice,

Your hand continued stroking me and there was a tremble in your voice.

I closed my eyes for the last time and you stood tearfully nearby,

The last thing I heard was you saying goodbye.

I’ve gone to that place now, where the sun always shines.

Don’t cry for me my human, for I am flying high.

By Sarah Brookes

RIP Shelley Shufflebottom

 

 

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Yellow Chicken House featured in Your Chickens Magazine ‘Poultry People’

‘Poultry People’ in Your Chickens Magazine

Your Chickens Magazine

Your Chickens Magazine

Earlier this year, I was delighted to be asked by Jeremy Hobson to be involved in the February edition of the popular Your Chickens magazine as part of the Poultry People feature.

I was able to tell the story of how keeping chickens inspired me to unlock my creativity and design products that other chicken-lovers would enjoy. My range started out with a handful of greeting cards featuring chicken illustrations and has grown steadily to include hand-printed mugs, key rings, money boxes prints and more! By popular demand, my range has diversified with a number of country and rural-influenced designs but I rarely stray far from my original core theme.

Keeping chickens also introduced me to a large community of chicken-loving people through social media who find chickens just as relaxing and inspiring as I do. If chickens have inspired you to start a business or helped you to overcome a business obstacle, please comment and let me know! I love to connect with other hen-thusiasts!

 

If you missed the article, not to worry! It’s right here.

Poultry People Your Chickens

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Omlet Walk-In Run Part 4

Just the roof to goThe end is in sight. The door was quite impressive and the mechanism was smooth and easy to manoeuvre. It’s going to be fantastic having the stable-style doors so that I can throw scratch into the chicken run without allowing them to rush past me, scattering across the garden right before I’m due to go out.

I got to work securing the upper panels with Martin’s help.

The poles were secured in place – all that was left to do was secure the side panels followed by the roof panels to finish. The sun shone brightly as we started to visualise the finishing line and the celebratory beer that would inevitably follow.

It definitely helped to have the two of us holding things in place for each other. I think I would have struggled to put this all together by myself.

The upper levels are basically attached with the same plastic clips with one main difference – the upper panels are comprised of wider mesh.The Upper SectionIMG_0308

We decided to place the run towards the back of the garden on the left for several reasons. The ground is fairly flat in that area so the anti-dig skirt sat flush against the bottom of the ground. The trees from the garden next door are growing well and hanging over our fence, creating a lovely bit of shade for the girls to enjoy on a hot summer’s day.

Lastly, due to the positioning of the trees and the height of the fences, the run will only be visible to one of our three overlooking neighbours.

One of the risks with rented accommodation is the fact that our neighbours could object to our chickens in some way. Luckily, the Omlet run is quite discreet and isn’t overtly for chickens – it could easily be a rabbit/guinea pig enclosure – and my girls are elderly and quiet so unlikely to cause any issues to anyone. A chicken run doesn’t have to be an eyesore – the dark green colour of the run blends in well with the garden. Coming soon in part 5 – ‘furnishing’ the new run and most importantly – the girls’ verdict!

The roof is on!

The roof is on!

 

 

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Omlet Walk-in Run Part 2 – Construction Commences

Assembly Instructions

Instructions and delicate bits

Omlet Instruction Booklet

Omlet Instruction Booklet

We arrived at Norwich on a sunny weekend – ready and raring to go with the construction of our new Omlet Walk-In Run. The run was packed into a total of 5 boxes that were large and flat – some heavier than others, and they slotted easily enough into the back of the car with the seats folded down. The boxes were clearly labelled in alphabetical/numerical order so we got stuck in.

 

I’m very much a ‘study the instructions before proceeding with caution’ kind of girl whereas Martin will already be intensely wielding a screwdriver, recounting tales of successful DIY conquests and successes of the past. I located the instructions and all of the ‘little bits’ to ensure that everything we needed was there – it was, much to my relief.

Omlet pieces on lawn

Sections blending seamlessly into the lawn

Omlet Walk in run packaging

Opening up the boxes

The instructions advised us to lay the initial parts out on the lawn in front of us which is exactly what I would have done regardless. I set the pieces out like a jigsaw puzzle while Martin circled it thoughtfully, occasionally muttering ‘this is much less flimsy than I thought it would be’ and ‘look how well it blends into the grass.’

 

The instructions were quite straightforward to follow and we worked together to make sure we were putting it together perfectly, almost as if we were planning to write some kind of blog about it or something… 😉

We did notice that the instructions were very specific about how to lay things out, where to put things etc. We could see that the run has been designed to be put together in a very specific way and the instructions reflect that. Despite our best attempts, we did actually overlook a tiny detail in the instructions which led to some lost time. If you’re a perfectionist, join us for part 3 where I will cover this in more detail.

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Omlet Walk-In Run – The Big (ish) Build Part 1

Pet Chickens in the Garden

In the old garden with my pet chickens

I’ve long been an admirer of the Omlet walk-in run but haven’t been able to justify buying a new chicken run after my partner Martin built me a lovely bespoke one. However, we recently decided to move to Norwich from Aberystwyth so it seemed like a great opportunity for me to re-evaluate the setup of my flock. Norwich is known for having lots of urban foxes (so I’m told) so I was keen to invest in a run that would put my mind at ease and keep predators out.

We did consider the possibility of dismantling our existing run and re-assembling it in the new garden but were put off by the time and effort this would entail during an already stressful time. I’ve been really happy with my Eglu Go for the last 4 years which is still in brilliant condition so I decided to go for it and start afresh with a brand new run.

 

 

The boxes were clearly labelled to demonstrate the order of unpacking. We ordered the run a few weeks before moving so that we could get it all set up and ready for the girls upon arrival. We travelled to Norwich one sunny weekend and built the run in approximately 1.5 hours. Putting it together turned out to be much easier than I expected so I took lots of photos and intend to explain in a series of bite-size posts how I managed it. More to follow soon. Join me for part 2 here: https://yellowchickenhouse.wordpress.com/2016/07/31/omlet-walk-in-run-part-2-construction-commences/

chicken run, walk-in run

The Walk In Run has arrived!

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Choosing chickens – it’s not all it’s cracked up to be…

After buying the chicken house, I was suitably excited and enthusiastic to put some chickens inside. I had decided to buy hybrids partly for their egg-laying ability, but also by recommendation from several friends and colleagues. I decided to visit several breeders within an hours drive of Aberystwyth with the first on my list being Camddwr Poultry in Bronnant. So off I went with my friend Kate in tow for moral support, who later told me that she had been warned by my boyfriend Martin ‘not to let me come back with a cow or something.’ He knows me a little too well…..

We left a gloriously sunny Aberystwyth, armed with a sat nav, a picnic and an empty cat carrier. In typical Welsh style, the weather did a spectacular u-turn and we arrived at Bronnant in the pouring rain. Once there, we met John and Catherine who were so friendly and welcoming that I decided not to bother visiting another breeder. I took a long look at the various 20-week old chickens running around my feet and decided on a warren, a calder ranger, and a speckledy, all friendly breeds – what could go wrong…?

My newly acquired girls were bundled into the luminescent green cat carrier and loaded into the boot of my Ford Focus without a sound. We made our way to the country store and I wandered up to the counter. The conversation went a little something like this:

Enthusiastic Me: I’d like to buy some chicken bedding please?
Unenthusiastic shop assistant: What type?
*Awkward silence
Me: Something comfy….that they will….erm….like……
*Unenthusiastic shop assistant rolls her eyes and stares at me, offering no assistance.

Clearly I am not the ‘farming type’ and will have to work on my agricultural street cred or ‘field’ cred.

I took my chickens to their shiny new home and released them into the 2m Eglu run, then sat back with a cup of tea. My chicken dream had become a reality.

And here they are:

chickens in an eglu go

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