One chicken, two chicken - three chicken, four?

Towards the end of last week we were getting set for new arrivals... two more chickens to add to the two we currently have...

Frankie and Jerry - residents at Fallen Towers

We bought an extension to the existing coop and run, which now gives the chickens a lot more floor space, and given that we are likely to be in the garden less and less as the nights draw in and temperatures drop, more room to scratch about without needing to be let out into the garden quite so often.

The original house (r), with the extension in the foreground

I extended the concrete bowl, already fashioned for the coop move some weeks ago, and after only a few adjustments to make the surrounding bricks more level, the run was installed and ready for the extra chooks.

Two un-named Cotswold Blacktails

They were picked up on Friday - two good-looking Cotswold Blacktails - Em and her sister Jo introduced them to the run extension, with the two existing birds in their original house (the idea being that they would get used to each other before we put them in all together).

Frankie, who is top of the pecking order, appeared to have very little issue with the two extra companions... she even appeared to come over to the mesh between them to say 'hello'. For Jerry however it was a different story...

As soon as they came out of the box and were put in the extension, Jerry 'bocked' and squawked for what must have been 5-6 hours straight. She can be a bit mother hennish, but even so, this was so loud and prolonged Em had to go to the neighbours either side to apologise and to let them know what was going on.

Jerry was getting more and more distressed, and also laid a soft egg in the middle of the run, which is most unlike her... she seemed unable to take her eyes off what I guess she must have seen as intruders, or a threat to her second position. We were prepared for a bit of pecking between them - a few squawks and flying feathers - but not this much audible and visible distress.

We're responsible pet owners, and we've given Frankie and Jerry a great life here. We wanted to do the same for these other two chickens, but we were coming to the slow realisation that unless we were willing for our own sakes (and for the neighbours) to put up with this palaver for another few days, and continue to see (and hear) Jerry in this much distress, we were going to have to take the the two new ones back... which in the end is what we did.

Our supplier very graciously refunded us, despite the contamination risk posed to the rest of her flocks (because they had been in close contact with our two hens) - the Blacktails were put in a separate run back at the farm to undergo a quarantine procedure before being sold to someone else.

Rulers of the roost

Oh well, you live and learn. We haven't ruled out adding to the brood in future, but with the loss of a chicken so recently, we weren't prepared to see our other beloved chicks come under unnecessary distress too.

If we had a farm / weren't surrounded with neighbours, and we hadn't named our chickens and treated them like pets, I think we would have just got on with the noise and let them sort it out... Jerry would I'm sure have got used to it. But for now, it remains just Frankie and Jerry.