Chickens of the Middle Ages in our Caidan Garden

In the SCA, the Kingdom I live in is The Kingdom of Caid. In modern terms, I live in inland southern California. My home is on land zoned rural-residential, overlooking a major freeway. This means, among other things, that we can keep chickens and other animals that not everyone is allowed to keep. Since we were going to get chickens, I figured it would be fun to specifically get some breeds that were known in period. I wrote a brief introduction to them for display at our recent Festival of the Rose, and have expanded it somewhat for this post.

Warning: I have not delved into the archaeology of chicken breeds in anything like the depth that I have for intaglio carving. I’ve been keeping chickens since early 2014, and what I’ve learned, I’m happy to share. I am a member of Backyard Chickens, which I recommend as a good starting point for information on chicken-keeping and connecting to your chicken-keeping neighbors. Please remember that chickens are a ridiculously over-regulated animal, and many areas will not permit you to keep even one hen, let alone a flock. Check your local and county ordinances regarding livestock before getting chickens. A chicken is a real commitment: they can live thirty years or more, regardless of the average production chicken’s lifespan.

Period chicken breeds are all what are now called ‘heritage breeds’, which are different from modern ‘production breeds’ in several ways. Heritage breed chickens produce fewer eggs and less meat than production breeds in their first year or two, but where a production hen rapidly produces fewer eggs after her second year, a heritage breed hen will continue to produce at peak volume for five to seven years, and then still produce some eggs for many years after that. Heritage breed chickens tend to be better parents and are generally healthier and more able to fend for themselves than production breeds. They forage well, and watch out for predators (with a notable exception below). Heritage breeds have been less favored in the interest of making massive profits in the food industry; however, for the small farmer or backyard chicken keeper, there are many reasons why a flock of heritage breed chickens would be better to keep than production birds. Personally, I like the personalities and beauty of the heritage breeds, and wouldn’t trade them for any number of optimized producers.

Meet Our Chickens

My little buddy!
My little buddy!

Sitting on my shoulder is Nova. He is a black rose-comb bantam rooster, a breed that was established in England in the fourteenth century. Intelligent, handsome, and tiny, he is a fierce protector of the youngest of our flock. In the photo, he is perhaps two years old.

I got Nova for free from a Craigslist post advertising him as a White-Faced Black Spanish bantam – another period breed. However, as you can see, his face is not white. Also, the rose comb is a dead giveaway. The previous owner said he was flighty and not particularly friendly, but I had driven a long way to get him, so I gave him a chance. When I got him home to the coop, I sat down and opened the cat carrier he and another rooster had ridden home in. He came out of the carrier, hopped onto my knee, hopped onto my shoulder, and started talking to me and grooming my hair. He’s been my little friend from that day on, and I have never regretted the long drive to go get him.

What a pretty fellow!
What a pretty fellow!

Dots is an Old English Game Bantam rooster. Beautiful, but aggressive, we gave him to a family that had far fewer roosters, as he can’t resist arguing with them. This breed was developed in medieval England specifically for fighting. They can have different types of combs, but this little guy has a rose comb like Nova’s. Even though he is a bantam, he weighs about twice what Nova does, and every ounce of it is muscle. He is very attentive to his hens, and, like Nova, is an excellent guardian.

...also known as Mr. Fluffybutt.
…also known as Mr. Fluffybutt.

Ozzie is a Silkie rooster who I got from the same Craigslist post that gave me Nova. Bred originally in China, Silkies are described in Marco Polo’s journal as chickens with fur. The Mongols traded them to Europe. To this day, their black meat is used in traditional Chinese medicine and cooking, and reputed to treat a number of ailments, including diabetes. Hardy in heat and cold, Silkies are excellent pets and produce medium white eggs. They come in many colors.

What are YOU looking at?
What are YOU looking at?

Silkies are also some of the best mothers a chicken owner can hope for. They become broody often and will sit, hatch, and raise clutches of babies not their own, and even not their own species. This is Inky, one of our best broody hens, raising yet another baby not her own (a Russian Orloff, as a matter of fact – a critically endangered heritage breed). I often joke that Inky will eat your face if you mess with her chicks… while she is a very cuddly hen when she isn’t broody, it’s only half a joke when she is. She is fiercely protective of her babies.

Taking a break from pecking at the reliquary.
Taking a break from pecking at the reliquary.

Docile and friendly, Silkies make an excellent chicken to bring to SCA events and demos. They look very different from most people’s experience of chickens, are a true bantam breed (there are no large Silkies), and are soft to pet. Storm here is actually at a demo in this picture. She sat on the table for several hours, without complaint, and only needed a small bribe of treats to keep her there. Small children and a few adults got to pet her and learn about an unusual kind of chicken, and about trade from China during the Middle Ages. Even their roosters tend to be gentle; we have a black Silkie rooster named Khan who helped the hens incubate their last clutch of eggs. A couple of other things that make them especially unusual: they have ten toes, like we do (most chickens have eight), and, if pure-bred, their earlobes are pale blue.

In all his glory.
In all his glory.

Thorin is a Polish rooster. Polish chickens, or something much like them, have been kept since Roman times. One of their distinctive skulls was found in the remains of a Roman British settlement. Salt, below, was one of our first Polish hens. Beautiful as she was, her ‘hairdo’ kept her from seeing the hawk that took her, so we no longer let our Polish free range. Instead, they live in a large covered run which the hawks periodically land on, looking frustrated.

Rest in peace.
Rest in peace.
The gothest hen around.
The gothest hen around.

Black as coal, this is Yaban, or in English, Midnight. She is a Korean period variety of chicken called the Ogye. Like the fluffy Silkies, she has black bones, skin, and organs, but her feathers are black as well. Ogyes come in no other color, though their eggs are white. Treasured to this day by families who raise them to eat in traditional Korean food, Ogyes are relatively rare in this part of the world, but still common in Korea.

Our chickens are work, I’m not going to lie. Even the most easy-going free-range flock requires care. But we’re reaping benefits we didn’t expect: did you know they cheerfully eat spiders, including black widows? We had a major black widow problem here the summer before we got chickens. They’re a rare sight now. Our larger hens even eat mice. They weed the yard, break down the leaf mulch in the front yard, and absolutely wrecked the pretty color-blocked bark chip beds we had set up on our thrown weapons range. The roosters do wake us up, but they also will defend their hens even at the cost of their own lives, as several did when a bobcat broke into a coop one night. Roosters (good ones, anyway) are actually touchingly chivalrous, calling their whole flock over to eat any special treat they find without a bite for themselves until everyone else has eaten. And the biggest surprise: some chickens really love people. During the day, they have Important Chicken Business to take care of, but in the evening, they’ll cuddle and watch TV with you and try to steal food off your plate if you’ll let them. Nova will fly up to my lap or my shoulder, say hello, and then fly back down to care for his part of the flock (he’s a lieutenant in our bantam and Orloff flock), and it makes my day. Ozzie loves to run away from us, but not too far… he wants us to catch him eventually, and will sit on a towel on the couch politely while I go to the kitchen and get my dinner.

I guess what I mean to say is, I love our little dinosaurs, and I think they don’t get enough credit for being awesome animals in addition to being ‘livestock’. And fresh eggs… they’re a whole other thing.

Meet Serenity: first post on my brand-new blog!

Serenity

Allow me to introduce you to my smartest hen, Serenity. She is a spangled Russian Orloff, which makes her one of the rarest chickens in the world. There are estimated to be fewer than 1000 of her breed alive in the world, although chickens that look a lot like her apparently live in the Middle East. She isn’t a perfect example of her breed. Her legs should be more yellow, and the pretty spangles on her head and wings should continue all over her body, the way they do on her friends River and Kaylee. Still, she is bright and beautiful, and lays eggs for us, and eats bugs all over the backyard, and (when she feels like it) lets me hug her.

We only started to keep chickens early in the spring of 2014. We already had peafowl and quail, but thought that chickens would be nice, and would provide eggs for everyone but me and my son, as we both had pretty nasty reactions to hens’ eggs. As it turns out, I can eat our own hens’ eggs without trouble, which was a bonus. Another happy discovery was that there are varieties of chickens kept today which already existed in the Middle Ages. That’s great for us in the SCA: we can provide eggs for feasts and introduce people to little-known breeds of chicken that also make really nice pets.

River - Serenity

So, how did we end up with Russian Orloffs? Another happy surprise! We were starting to build our flock (mostly chicks at that point), and saw an ad on Craigslist for two laying hens, $25 each. The ad mentioned the breed and said they were pretty unusual. I looked them up and found that they have a reputation for eating ants, including fire ants, and were cold hardy, intelligent, good foragers. So we got the pair, Serenity and River.

Orloff bedtime

Of course, a little more research told us about how rare they were, and so we decided we should get a rooster for them. While we researched roosters, we planned the coop for them: a cool, sheltered, tall, Tardis-sized structure in the south-east corner of our backyard retaining wall. Russian Orloffs are not famed for their heat-tolerance, though this year we’ve had quite a few days over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and they’ve done well. It took quite a while to find a rooster, and when we did, he came with another hen, all the way from Minnesota, where they’d had a terrible winter. Both of the birds arrived at our local post office with healed frostbite wounds, but otherwise healthy. The hen, I named Kaylee, and the rooster, Mal (Firefly references, for those who aren’t sure). They get along wonderfully, and are so good with other birds that we keep most of our small-breed chickens with them.

Mal v Chauncey

Yes, I know this looks like a rooster fight. No roosters were harmed in the taking of this picture. Mal, at about 8 pounds, is in the upper left, resplendent in his iridescent brown coat. In the lower right corner stands Chauncey, an American Serama rooster, weighing about the same as an apple. Chauncey started the fight, as usual, and Mal, as usual, menaces, jumps very near, and occasionally steps on Chauncey lightly, until I toss Chauncey into the small coop, or he runs away. Chauncey, poor dear, is in love with Serenity. The physics of it just won’t work: she’s knee-high, and he fits in the palm of a hand. All the same, hope springs eternal.

Back to Serenity. She is bright and shiny, remembers things she hasn’t seen in months, and will leap for a treat. She is rare, and imperfect, and wonderful. I love her dearly. A chicken can live as long as 30 years. A heritage-breed hen like her can keep laying until she is 7 or even a bit later, so since she lays almost every other day, she’s likely younger than that. She is a quiet hen, even when she lays an egg. She doesn’t pick on other chickens; even when a rooster makes an unwelcome advance, she just scrapes him off on a low-hanging branch or outruns him. She taught our yard cat to respect all the chickens, without a single peck. Still, I know she’s not with us forever, and rare as she is, I want everyone to know her and see what is cool about her.

fido on henhouse Fido, the yard-tiger, trained by Serenity

The rest of this blog is really here for the same reason. I may not be here forever, and I certainly can’t reach everyone from my coop in Southern California, but I learn, make, and do things that have some beauty and interest in them. I want to share them, so here I am!