"…He quit Delhi and moved to Jaitu, near Bhatinda, a town of noisy streets lined with pesticide and fertiliser shops, open drains and vehicles racing about everywhere. He also quit the RSS; from now on he would belong to no party but befriend all parties in furtherance of his cause. He formed the Kheti Virasat Mission [KVM] -Mission for Traditional Agriculture- in 2005. The idea was to contact farmers, in ones and twos, persuade them to experiment with natural, traditional practices, to value quality and health above money, to become successes that others would emulate. He knew it was an unequal fight against the chemical monster that stalked Punjab but there was no other way to begin…"
So, I shifted the first batch of chickens (local breed) to a bigger place.
Some of them from the first batch that hatched had developed curled toes. It was probably due to injuries caused by the other mother hen as the earlier place that they were sharing was too small for so many chicks. I had made shoes for their feet to rectify them and it worked. The shoes were made using perforated tapes and looked somewhat like this. I didn’t document it since I was too depressed about their curled toes. Now they are all grown up ugly, but fine, teenage chicks with healthy feet that take them everywhere with the speed of Road Runner.
At this stage they look quite ugly. They are probably the ugliest looking chicks that are around. I can’t wait to see them all grown up and in their full glory. It’s hard to relate these tyrannosaurus-like figures with the cute and round fluffy things that they were a few months ago.
They are quite agile and they eat a lot, which is a good thing for these youngsters.
They have even had their “fight” to establish the pecking order… that’s chicken hierarchy for you. It made the bigger chicks look even uglier with their wound marks. The bigger ones seem to have gone for many rounds of fights, all the way to the semi-finals and the finals.
This is the second hen with her batch of chicks. They haven’t yet weaned from the mother but are as notorious as the first batch.
I thought this was a funny picture.
That’s the first hen on the top right and the rooster standing near her. And the second hen and her chicks in the foreground.
They have plenty of straw to play with. And when it rains, they have a great time digging them up and catching earthworms hidden among them.