Must You Get Chicken Out of Your Diet – Probably, But Not Yet

First, let’s search at wherever they come from. This basic dark chicken owes its origins to Australia (from which we have the “Austral” in the Australorp. Gee, whoduh guessed that?) The first chicken stock was brought to Australia from England. William Make and Joseph Partington exported some of their Dark Orpingtons (hence the “orp” in the Australorp) to Australia from their British chicken yards through the late 1800’s and in to the 1900’s as well.

The neighborhood Aussie’ breeders of that time period were seeking to develop a “utility” breed of chicken. They mix bred the Dark Orpingtons with Minorcas, White Leghorns and Langshans. There’s actually the chance that some Plymouth Steel body was utilized. (That’s the chicken breed, maybe not the famous stone!) Because of the want for a “utility breed”, the type was initially known as the Dark Utility Bulk Chicken Gizzard Supplier !

The title change to the Australorp is somewhat of a mystery. Wow! A chicken puzzle! It is said that before the very first world war (the first war to finish all conflicts!) Walter Wallace Scott developed the name Australorp.But, in 1919 Arthur Harwood claimed that he had suggested that the Australian Putting Orpingtons be called “Australs”, and that “orp” be put into honor the principal sires from which the type was produced, the Dark Orpingtons.

Yet another bloody Englishman, W. Powell-Owen, claimed that he developed the name! The only thing known for sure was that the name Australorp was being used repeatedly beginning in the first 1920s. Enough of that. Let’s go through the facts. The Australorp is a dark feathered chicken, with a beetle-green sheen. They’ve dark eyes and are very active. When plucked, their skin is bright, unlike the orange skinned Rhode Area and New Hampshire Red breeds. They lay brown eggs.

In 1998 I achieved one of many former presidents of Botswana finally, after struggling to set up the session for 2 weeks. It was more of an ego-thing; I was small and just desired to impress my twin-brother with having a president’s signature. But being fully a – however small and inexperienced – owner of a import/export organization got me the appointment. At 21:30 somewhere in June that year I achieved Sir Ketumile Masire, the second leader of Botswana after independence in 1966. While awaiting him at his home city Kanye, I liked a cup of tea together with his wife Lady Gladys.