All My Hens – A Photo collection

The Top Photo is a picture of my Three first hens, who decided to line up and pose for the camera. From left to right: Henrietta, Ophelia and Cleopatra.

Henrietta unfortunately turned out to be a Henry so we took her back to the farm and they exchanged her for a hen. We couldn’t have a cockerel in our neighbourhood.

Ophelia was docile and timid but Cleopatra was very well named. She was cruel and vicious to the other hens and she used to stalk pigeons on the lawn and pull their tail feathers out. She was also afraid of nothing.


This was the Hen we swapped Henry for. She is a little Silkie we named Rosemary (Rosie for short) because she used to hide from the other hens under the Rosemary bush.


Then we acquired Queenie. She was found in someones garden one day with no clue how she got there. She couldn’t keep her but told her sister about it, who happened to sit next to a friend of mine at work. Through this particular grapevine, I ended up with her. She was a regal and lovely hen and she became my favourite. I still miss her.


This is Ophelia, Cleopatra and Queenie Sunbathing on the lawn. I didn’t know chickens did this at first, so the first time I ran out in the garden convinced that someone had shot my beloved pets. They hadn’t of course.


Time could be cruel and I lost Cleopatra and Ophelia, I had already lost Rosie who had always been sickly. They have all been interred in the pet cemetery beneath the Rosemary bush. So I acquired two new hens. Seen above, sharing the dust bath with Queenie is the Golden fluffy hen I named Philomena and the Black Rock called Penelope.

These three got on very well, with Queenie a regal but benevolent ruler.


Queenie died of old age, she deteriorate over the space of a month, becoming bewildered and not eating. It was very sad to see her go. Penelope died all of a sudden, a shock because she was only a year old. So I had to get some companions for Philomena. I then got another Light Sussex who looks a lot like Cleopatra but lacks her cruel and wicked streak. She is called Angelica. The brown hen is called Adelaide, who is lovely and friendly and loved to come into the house and say hello, then goes out again.


With Philomena gone, I have now got two new hens, that have settled in nicely over the last two weeks. The Black hen is a breed called a Magpie, so she’s called Maggie. The speckled Hen is called Esmerelda.

I have had hens now for about 6 years and despite the fact that they do tend to scratch and make a mess and produce huge amounts of manure, they are so entertaining to watch and produce lovely eggs for breakfast, which is more than you can say for guinea-pigs. I wouldn’t be without them.




Some Pictures of My Garden.

For ages I have wanted to post multiple pictures in a post and I have only been able to show one featured image.

Thank fully I received some simple instructions that I could understand and finally here is a post with multiple pictures.

I would like to thank

For helping me.

Also I want to tag Shelley who I promised to show some pictures of my garden.

You can tell I am very fond of Lavender. Most of my plants are bee friendly and I’m proud to say I have lots of honey bees and bumble bees in there. Also lots of butterflies.


And these are my four hens.

The White one is called Angelica and the Brown one is called Adelaide.

I’ve had these just over a year and they are quiet, lovely hens and they lay almost every day.

The Black hen is called Maggie, short for Lady Margaret and the speckled hen on the right is Esmerelda. These two are new, I only got them 2 weeks ago and they are still settling in.

So, I hope you like my pictures. 🙂


Picture of the day – My garden

This is a picture of my garden taken two years ago.

I will post up a more up to date photo as soon as I download my camera.

This picture also doesn’t have any chickens in it.

That is highly unusual because my hens seem to love the limelight.

As soon as the camera comes out, they (the hens) are posing more brazenly than a second rate celebrity on the make.

They also like to stare into the lens with an intensity that is quite unnerving.

I wonder sometimes if they know what I’m doing. They almost seem to be saying

“Ok Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close-up”.

So Hen pictures coming up and more garden pictures…..

Hope you like this one.  (I can’t seem to be able to upload more than one photo per post….If you know how I can achieve that, please let me know).



Picture of the Day – A chorus line of Hens.

Today I have posted a picture of three former hens of mine, named (left to right)

Henrietta, Ophelia and Cleopatra.

They decided to line up for their photo in quite an artistic pose!

Unfortunately not that long after this photo was taken we realised that Henrietta was actually a Henry and so we took it back to the farm, as they could cope with a cockerel but we couldn’t.

Ophelia and Cleopatra both led normal chicken lives, eating corn, scratching plants and laying eggs, and both eventually expired from old age.

Gone but never forgotten.