Cock-Chickens to London – Friday 1902

A few days ago, we sent the last of our cock-chickens to London. The hen chickens of that brood — six of them — are all laying fine brown eggs —- one of them lays a double-yoked egg — and with eggs at five for a shilling, we are making money fast — in shillings, two shillings and sixpences!

The brood next to these in age produced only one hen, but she, after a short and persecuted life, took wry-neck and gave up the unequal struggle. The next brood is distinguished in its solitary hen, for she is a Buff Orpington of pure golden brown, and aristocratic gait.

More than one fowl-fancier has been enquiring her price, and our esteem for her is rising in consequence. To be blue-blooded is, she evidently thinks, sufficent virtue, and we have not yet seen the colour of her egg.

We were discussing to-day what we should have for Christmas dinner. A turkey — we no longer rear turkeys — is too large for our diminished family. As we are tired of chickens, we must have a duck, for it would not be Christmas without a fowl of some kind on the table.

This entry was posted in Birds, Farming, Hens and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s