The Barn

The History of Alixandra’s Possession of the Barn

In April 2016 I was asked by the former tenant of the next door house as well as the actual landlord to continue providing care for the chickens inside the barn.  As there were 5 cocks (4 sons of Quackers, 1 unknown origin) and 1 hen (wandered in from the forest), I took it upon myself to purchase 15 more hens to put into the barn to even the flock out.

The landlord/owner of the barn lives a few cities away.  He said “what is mine is yours” and told me I am always welcome on the property. He occasionally eats some barn animals for meat — in 2014 he slaughtered sheep, in 2015 he slaughtered hormone-ridden meat chickens, and in 2016 he slaughtered lambs — but he assures me that the chickens are pets and not to be consumed.

It’s a bit of an odd situation because essentially I have access to acres upon acres that include a barn, fields, creek, and forest without having to compensate the property owner, while on the other hand he asks me to care for the animals (which are my animals anyways, although he might add more).

What it comes down to is that I have my chickens in this old barn that I can see clearly from my backyard but I have to walk around to access and I visit my chickens multiple times per day (absolute minimum of twice) and I pay for my chicken equipment even though the owner has offered to pay for it.

(I also own pre-hatched chicks in an incubator in my basement.)

The Beautiful Barn

The barn and property are absolutely gorgeous.

The Haunted Barn

The one downside to the barn is that I think it is haunted.

It seems that the landlords slaughter lambs/sheep and unwanted cocks (not my cocks as they are very much wanted and loved) in the barn.  There was a feral cat killing the chickens.  I found my dear Hetty and Silver Bell and other chickens dead, partially eaten, within the chicken part of the barn.  None of those chickens were actually mine — I felt I had some rights to Hetty, though, as I named her and she was my favourite until she passed away — and so far none of my chickens have tragically passed away (or passed away period, but I’m sure some will, especially since a few seem old).

  • 2 INCIDENTS: one night my husband, myself, and two friends ventured over to the barn to
    check out how creepy it looks at night.  My husband and I had both been drinking so when both of our phones shut off and couldn’t be turned back on due to no battery we took it as us being too drunkenly oblivious to notice our phones were dying even though that’s never happened before.
  • Before I adopted all of the hens I tried to take a picture of all six of my chickens.  I had charged my phone overnight, used it a little in bed before I woke up, then went over to the barn.  At minimum the battery would have been at 60%.  After taking pictures of 5 of the chickens, they started to get a little restless and I felt like I should probably leave them be, but I wanted to get a picture of the last chicken.  My phone ended up shutting off from no battery while I tried to take a photo.
The true reason the Lonely Chicken isn’t included is because the barn wouldn’t let me take his picture
  • One day I went over with the intention to do a bunch of chores but I got distracted taking pictures instead.  I was aware of my phone’s battery because I had got the 20% warning so I was around 16% and waiting for my 10% warning.  Again, the chickens seemed to get restless.  I felt like I should leave even though I had more to do.  When I tried to take my next picture, my phone shut off from no battery.  I left because no one knew I was at the barn so I was uncomfortable not having my phone available.