Our New Life in the Country: Scare Chicken

Thursday, 11 August 2016

Scare Chicken

The other day I took one of the scarecrows that I bought last week when I went out with Mum over into Chicken World. I wanted it to scare the rooks off that have been flying in each morning.

For ten minutes though it was a 'scare chicken' as the birds ran into the top corner herded together by Jack who wanted his ladies safe from this strange new inhabitant of their patch.

A couple of them clung to the fence line for a few more minutes but a quick scattering of corn in it's usual place and they soon abandoned their safe corner and ventured closer to the new visitor. Then the fear was all gone, chickens are clever and inquisitive little souls if you give them space and time to learn about new things.

The rooks are obviously not quite so clever, they are still scared and have only just a few days later even ventured into the paddock!! Five pounds well spent.

Sue xx

7 comments:

Bridget11 August 2016 at 11:54
Isn't it always the simple things that are so effective?
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Bridget11 August 2016 at 11:54
Isn't it always the simple things that are so effective?
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Simon Douglas Thompson11 August 2016 at 14:33
Great job on the cawing rooks!
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Living Alone in Your 60's11 August 2016 at 18:16
I'm pleased your bargain has paid for itself.
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angryparsnip11 August 2016 at 18:46
awwwww I love your chickens !

cheers, parsnip and thehamish
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The Weaver of Grass11 August 2016 at 20:28
Agree about chickens.
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Jackie12 August 2016 at 03:28
Glad your scarecrow is working for the rooks, and the chickens got over their scare so quickly.

God bless.
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This was my Blog, just me writing about our day to day life learning all about and then living the smallholding life. First we started on a farm in Oxfordshire, then we moved to a smaller place in Berkshire (both in England) and then we found a place of our very own at the bottom of a hillside in North Wales. Along for the ride were all our various animals, and we ended up with just our dogs, Suky and Mavis, our cat Ginger .... who secretly thinks he's one of the canine gang, a sheep called Ethel who wandered in off the road and stayed... and a roving band of egg laying chickens that live cheek by jowl with the local wildlife.

We grow our own fruit and vegetables, selling surplus plants and edibles at the gate. We sell the eggs the chickens lay, we reuse, recycle and rethink ... and life ticks over at a pace that suits us.

It was simply the wild and wacky ramblings of a 50 something townie turned country girl called Sue, who lost her heart to a sailor and started a new life in the country .... many years ago. On a path that took us from Cumbria to Oxfordshire, to Berkshire and then we found our home at the bottom of a wet and windy Welsh hillside by a busy main road.

Pull up a chair, grab a coffee and relax into a world of dogs, cats, chickens, polytunnels and veggies with the occasional grass munching sheep thrown in for good measure.

Sue xx

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