Riverfront Living

It's been a year now and the chooks and I have moved to a delightful piece of land on the banks of the Motueka River in a small and friendly community called Ngatimoti.

The chooks are once again in chook heaven with ample room to stroll, scratch, roost, preen and peck.

We have had one or two issues, mainly with the opinion of a few, that it is their right to jump up into the bus and eat the cat food. I thought I had the culprit sorted after many uncomfortable days in solitary confinement, (the chook, not me!) but after a few weeks, she seems to have adopted the old behaviours again and the cat and I are becoming resigned to the fact that the cat food is now on the bench instead of the floor. The chook in question hasn't quite gotten around to glancing upwards yet to discover where her personal treats now reside.

The general population has expanded my another 14 in the last year. There are many and varied places for a chook to hide her stash of eggs from the humans that like to raid their nests regularly. The outcome is a parade of fluffy bundles of chickyness trailing behind a very proud, puffed up, purring chook.