Keeping hens pays dividends
THE rage for keeping chickens, even in urban gardens, is sweeping the nation.
My dad did it back in the Seventies because Tom and Barbara Good did it on the telly. I was a little town girl who popped down our small suburban garden for fresh eggs every morning.
Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy were Rhode Island reds with a vicious streak but a phenomenal laying habit. If you have around a metre per bird to spare, go down and rescue a former factory-farmed chicken today.
You’ll do a good deed, enjoy breakfast like never before and feel pleasantly rustic without getting your shoes dirty. It’s win, win.