Meet some of our resident family here at Bed & Broccoli.
This is the final home for all animals that find their way here. Like all homes filled with love they are offered the same health care, food and shelter as a human would and that takes money. The B&B was created to fund these obligations we have as guardians to them and to ensure the home they are offered is where they live out their days naturally & fear free.
Although self funded we always appreciate the kindness of others when ARK’s (Acts of Random Kindness) are bestowed upon us via direct debit to our veterinary account. If you feel you would like to help out, the details are:
Castlemaine Veterinary Clinic
Ph: (03) 5470 6300 to speak to accounts
Our client number is C912576 (it is very important to include this)
Account Number: 12078357
Account Name: Berkwill Pty Ltd
Reference: Bed and Broccoli
Alternatively, you could purchase some Bed & Broccoli wine which has been arranged so that 100% of the profits go again, directly to our veterinary account.
Just click on this link: http://www.goodwillwine.com.
As you can see, we are not personally seeking money for us but for the animals. It is & always will be, about the animals.
We thank you. The animals thank you!
(Not all residents are listed on this page but it is updated from time to time).
Otherwise known by her nicknames; “Dinks” or “Dinky”. This little lady is Scott’s constant companion and absolutely LOVES people. She loves to follow them around, chats non-stops & enjoys a lap nap in the sun if given the opportunity. An ex-factory farmed hen, she has a badly burnt off beak which leaves her with a hole, rather than a tip to pick things up with. Corn is easy for her to pick up & because of this it is by far her favourite food. She is a little lady with a big personality! You cannot help but fall in love with her. Always do a double-check of your car before closing doors. She likes to get into cars & have a look around.
Visit Miss Dink’s Tribute page and leave your comments.
Twelve to thirteen years old Squirty came to us after life as a dairy cow. She was understandably a little cranky but it didn’t take long for her to show us her sweet & gentle nature. Being unfamiliar with treats, it was nearly 18 months before she would accept a piece of apple or carrot. Now she can spot them at 50 paces.
Having been denied the use of her natural maternal instincts, the arrival of Frankie & Pacific, one week old “bobby calves” was an absolute thrill for her. As I hand reared these precious boys, she watched over them through a fence never going far. The gate separating the two paddocks was opened about a week later. She couldn’t get in fast enough. Her body language saying; “Get out of my way. This is how it is done.” She took over as their mother immediately. My only role (sadly) was to bottle feed the boys. Cleaning them & protecting them was her role & something she relished. She is still their surrogate mother today. They tower over her & most days annoy her like naughty teenagers. 500 kilo teenagers! She seems to shrug & wander off with more patience than any human.
She does have a gentleman caller that escapes his paddock from down the road occasionally & comes to visit. She struts her stuff along the fence line at her admirer until he is eventually taken home. Blowing moo-moo kisses all the way…
A gentle Wolfhound X, he was found by hikers tied to a tree in a shocking condition. Taken to Coldstream Animal Aid he was treated and put up for adoption. When his photo appeared in the local paper, I (Nikki) fell in love with him. Already having 2 dogs, I cut his picture out & placed it strategically around the house in locations Scott would find it. After about a week of his photo turning up in lunch boxes, on pillows, stuck to computer screens etc we went & adopted him.
At first he was scared of all males but is now a happy & well adjusted boy . He loves his blanket in winter & swimming in the dam in summer. He is so kind, he will allow the chickens to share his kennel with him on cold and rainy days. Sometimes to his own detriment. He can occasionally been found standing outside his kennel looking in knowing there is now no room for him.
This beautiful boy arrived in April 2011 & was about 1 week old. Destined for veal, he was offered to us by a local farmer. There was no hesitation at this end. And so began the task of raising this little boy for his mother. Cold mornings of making up formula, bottle feeding & keeping him warm (along with his brother Pacific) with an abundance of hay in their shed to snuggle down in was a twice/three time daily necessity. One of my fondest memories is rugging up & curling up next to him (& Pacific) after their feed as they would drift off to sleep.
Frankie has a very curious and ‘bull at a gate’ personality. His is our naughty boy that we love dearly. He tips over feed troughs then runs off bucking & snorting. Obviously finding it hysterical! We have since had to place a soccer ball in the paddocks for him. He is bossy & will always weigh up who might get a little more food than him & promptly take over that meal. He has been called Mr Bojangles because of his fancy paddock footwork & it’s a very apt description.
A multi-colored rooster that enjoys hanging out with his brothers because there is safety in numbers. Billie is very scared of Hef and is not at all concerned about not looking cool when it comes to hiding in house with us. Bille was one of nine tiny little chicks that arrived here unwanted in a shoe box. He & his brothers & sisters spent their first night at the Bed & Broccoli in a little bread bin filled with straw.
Unsure of his sex at that time, he was originally known as Lili. He continued to act & hang out with the hens for as long as possible as Hef offered him protection & also found him food. Once the jig was up, Hef was unimpressed with the deception and continues to remind Billie that trying to stooge him will not be forgiven.
Gimp was one of nine little chicks that arrived in a shoe box unwanted (pictured left in April 2012). Once she lost her little yellow baby fluff, she turned white with a solid black head. Hence the name “Gimp”. However as she got older, her coat became beautifully multicoloured. In April 2012, she decided to sit on her clutch of eggs and hatch them. She was a diligent future mum & would double in size & give us warnings when we entered the coop to clean. She eventually worked out we had no intention of taking her eggs & would accept corn & seed from our hand when we visited.
One morning I opened the coop gate & noticed she was not on her nest. She was hiding in a dark corner & wouldn’t move. I noticed a clean egg shell in half in her nest. An hour later I came back & asked to see what she was sitting on. She partially lifted her body to expose a tiny yellow chick that was named Rio by guests, Adrian & Renee. Gimp is a great mum & little Rio is growing up fear free & learning about life from her mum. When she wanders too far from mum & has to be called in, she is reprimanded with a peck on the head & a few stern clucks. Little Rio represents what life should be for all animals – born into freedom & raised by a loving parent. (Billie has staked claim on Rio as his child, but Hef disputes this)
Out of all the roosters, he is the one that has the least aversion to cuddles. He’s a BIG boy but being big doesn’t always mean tough. He runs like the billy-o if he sees Hef coming his way. Because of his size he will forever remain a bachelor and it’s his size that can be the cause of some humorous moments. Ever seen a chicken trip whilst running? Hard to look cool….but he gathered himself up & kept going. His big bottom & trendy pantaloons disappearing into the distance. Knowing he was OK. I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. He is also affectionately known as “Allan” to a few close friends.
The gentlest & one of the largest animal companions here, Pacific arrived at 1 week old with Frankie. Destined for veal, we couldn’t have been happier when offered him. He was a twin & a runt & a lot smaller than Frankie. He got sick easily & needed more care in general. He is now a tall, gentle & loving young man. When lying down asleep in the paddocks, he is the one we are most likely to lay next to for either a cuddle or just company. He never ‘bullies’ anyone (no pun intended) & is very happy to go along with whatever is happening.
The cheekiest he may ever get is stretching his tongue out to steal a mouthful of hay as we walk into the paddocks with feed. Generally calm, he does fire up when challenged to a game of chasey by Frankie. He loves his morning brush down.
A dog that once found himself homeless in a shelter now has his own postcard. Mr Personality! Takes him about 5 minutes to win guests over and therefore manages to secure ball throwing & belly rubs pretty much for the hours of natural light.
Although a vegan, we suspect he has an ‘arrangement’ with the hens where he sub-lets his kennel for small blocks during the day in exchange for eggs. Once a hen leaves his kennel he can be seen entering and emerging with an egg gently located between his teeth. Being house proud, he opts to eat these payments out on the lawn.
He is very protective of the hens and runs around chasing birds of prey when they come onto the property. He alerts us with a few distinctive barks but the real giveaway is him trying to climb trees. Gentle by nature, he has the energy level of a 3 year old on red cordial.
Suffering from small man syndrome, this little dude exudes “Bling” & was named after Hugh Hefner. Apart from baby Rio, he is the smallest of our animal companions but this nuggetty little man is King of yard with his harem of woman. He oversees all the hens with complete dedication & diligence. More often than not going without food to stand guard whilst the hens graze out in the open.
Found abandoned in an outer city children’s playground, it was suspected he was the result of a school hatching program & once he started to crow was possibly dumped. He was living with a loft of pigeons when a kind lady noticed him. His story was posted on facebook and we offered him a home. From there his kind guardian angel caught him & three days later this little man took a 3 hour car journey to arrive here with us. Being ‘street wise’ gives him the confidence to frighten our three other roosters that are three times his size. When chasing the other roosters you can almost hear the Benny Hill tune as his little legs go flat out. His lungs defy his size.
One of three roosters that are brothers, maybe not from the same parents – but he arrived in a shoebox with the others & they have been together ever since. William was the first to exhibit rooster behaviour and was therefore the first to be ousted by Hef. He had a short time as the outsider and during this time tried to recruit his own harem. It never happened as Hef keeps an eye on all the ladies too well. Although bigger than Hef, he is smaller than his brothers. He has spectacular coloured feathers and stands tall and proud (unless Hef is around…then he just pretends he’s doing something else or looking elsewhere).
A Sussex hen, she arrived unwanted and being slightly larger than the other eight chicks when she arrived with took over a protective role very young in life. A baby herself, she allowed the smaller chicks to sleep under her. Jane loves her food. This full figured lady can set Olympic records when sprinting to food. Although she portrays a sweet, gentle & kind nature she exhibited a jealous side when Rio was born and would try to attack Rio. Eventually we had to separate Gimp & Rio from the group. This didn’t stop her from pacing their enclosure fence line & challenge by doubling in size & jumping up & down. Of course to see her & spend time with her, you’d never think it of her. She wears the “Who me?” face well
Yellow with green eyes on arrival, she was a very pretty little baby. She never really grew much and is still tiny in stature. When you talk to her, you have to listen carefully for her responses as even her voice is little. Not to mention her little eggs. She is friendly & personable but can get lost in the sea of extroverted hens that swarm you. She is simply gorgeous.
With a beautiful neck scarf she needed a stylish name. She is best friends with Olivia that has similar markings, just a little darker. Jackie-O is quite the ‘jumper’ when you have food in your hand and when eating out of your hand is very gentle. Being a fashion icon, she takes a great deal of pride in her appearance by preening for a large portion of the day & takes regular dust baths
Brown body with yellow legs when she arrived – she looked like she was on the set of Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” with her trendy leg warmers. Known as Liv for short, she either naturally takes longer than most to lay her eggs or enjoys little naps during the day in the warm, straw filled nesting boxes. Being possibly spinster sisters, she & Jackie-O tend to give the boys a wide berth.
Although very much part of the group, Liv seems to have her own agenda
Lady Oreo started her life as a ‘prize’ to a Primary School. Confused and scared by children chasing her her health deteriorated rapidly until a kind teacher took pity on her. Taken to the vet for medical treatment and taken home to feel loved we were contacted and asked if we could offer her a home in the country.
It was an easy ‘yes’.
Lady Oreo reminds me of a haughty aristocrat by the way she struts around the yard. Being so pretty she teases the boys and seems happy with the company of 6 little rescued hens that arrived the same day as her. Whilst these new arrivals perch in the barn, Lady Oreo fancies the bike up the back of the barn. Those handle bars make a flash perch …unlike that fallen branch the others use! Last to come inside for the night, she hears her name & those long legs come running.
Edwina arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
A petite little hen, her size belies her occasional ferocious outbursts when putting other hens in their place. She has a soft spot for Hef & considers their relationship exclusive.
Freya arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
Forced to push an egg out day after day for human consumption, this little lady eventually developed a hernia which is quite bulbous & very obvious as it protrudes from her back-end.
With surgery advised against, she is a friendly & happy little hen that doesn’t take crap from anyone. Although she does look like a bag-lady, we tell her she is very pretty every day.
Frost arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
This little girl never misses a beat when food is involved. If she were human, she would be at every office function that involved free food.
June arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
June pretends to be all nice & lovey but when you aren’t looking she will tear across the lawn to attack another hen for no apparent reason. With the hearing of a hawk, she takes off hiding when she hears the back door open. Guilty conscience? I think so!
Margaret arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
Named after the iron lady herself, Margaret always has something to say & it’s very, very important! Whether she has an audience or not, she will wander around talking knowing someone will be listening.
Winona arrived 9th January 2015 after being rescued from a factory farm.
This little cutie pie has Scott wrapped around her middle toe! Whenever the hens are being reprimanded for something they shouldn’t be doing she stands next to Scott looking out at them like she had nothing to do with it. (Which is generally NOT the case) A recent pin-up girl for a glossy magazine, we think this brush with fame has elevated her position to beyond reprisals. Cheeky!
Jenny arrived from a “Free Range Egg Farm” on 1st February 2016. At the ripe old age of 18 months old, Jenny was no longer viable to the farm as her egg production had dropped.
Her name is pronounced the way Forest Gump would say it. A complete busy body & someone that likes to be ‘in the know’ she seems to be everywhere & anywhere. I swear if you are doing something in the yard she is there. You walk off & she will pop up at your new location & continue with whatever story she was telling you previously. Either that or she is instructing us.
Julia arrived from a “Free Range Egg Farm” on 1st February 2016. At the ripe old age of 18 months old, Julia was no longer viable to the farm as her egg production had dropped.
Julia-Guila is quite a nervy little hen & one that makes us laugh whenever we see her. Rather than follow you around, she likes to keep an eye on you from a distance & that means she is easy to spot. Her dark feathers & a long extended neck are a give away. Like a periscope, she knows what we are up to!
Petal arrived from a “Free Range Egg Farm” on 1st February 2016. At the ripe old age of 18 months old, Petal was no longer viable to the farm as her egg production had dropped.
This lovely little hen was not only subjected to being farmed for her eggs but survived a fox attack that killed 50 of her sisters. Despite her horrific injuries & zero medical attention she survived. Her leg is of little use to her apart from the occasional balancing act. Deformed & fused how it was after the attack there is nothing that can be done but to make her comfortable & feel loved.
Her beak was overgrown making it impossible for her to pick up food which we trimmed when she arrived here.
A happy, healthy little hen that enjoys being outside hopping around & picking up foods that were once impossible for her she lives inside of a night time to give her added security. She knows exactly where her bedroom is!
She is much loved & people are drawn to her beautiful energy & desire to be with humans. Despite everything.
Honey arrived in August 2016 after being rescued from the back of a truck waiting for an abattoir to open. She was a nervous little lady that tried hard not to be seen or heard. Those days are gone & she is now a happy, confident & stunning looking hen with new, honey coloured feathers. Different to her photo here.
Lisa arrived in August 2016 after being rescued from the back of a truck waiting for an abattoir to open. Farmers are legally allowed to stop feeding hens heading for slaughter. This little lady was nothing but skin & bone. She had clearly been starved for a lot longer. A week or more would be my guess. Maybe 2! She was so weak & her body so exhausted that when she tried to drink some water is simply poured back out of her mouth. Unable to feed herself she lived inside for about a week where she was crop fed, medicated, loved & cared for.
She now shows her appreciation by talking to me in the sweetest of voices when she sees me. Another hen that has flourished with love & looks completely different to this, her arrival photo.
Mrs Muir arrived in August 2016 after being rescued from the back of a truck waiting for an abattoir to open. This little lady was like a ghost that floated around behind Hazel. She seemed to take strength from Hazel & hid the fact she wasn’t well for a few days upon arrival. She was soon inside for a few days of extra love & care to help her heal & build her strength. Her new feathers are much darker than the ones she had in this photo. A pretty little hen that is confident & can run like the wind.
Snow White, or simply Snow for short arrived in August 2016 after being rescued from the back of a truck waiting for an abattoir to open. Her flesh was as white as a sheet & she was weak from lack of food. After a few days of inside living & with some medications to help her body heal she was one of the first of this rescued bunch to bravely step outside of the main coop & into the house yard to join the regular flock. Her feathers have darkened & she is a confident hen that has found her place in the pecking order.