Over the last 18 months of my new venture ‘Chicken Mummy’ I have been amazed at the cunning of my little flock, I as many others I would say thought these creatures to be of low intelligence, however they surprise me daily with their antics!
Over the last few weeks a Gwalice has realised that there are easy pickings in the kitchen in the form of ‘The Dark Destroyer’s’ food bowl.
But for the last couple of days a couple of my girls seem to have stopped laying eggs, this is not unusual so I wasn’t too bothered as they don’t lay everyday but it seemed 2 eggs from my 7 girls just didn’t add up! They have a tendency to not bother with their lovely nest box in the coup, you see they like to make things difficult and lay them in the lovely homemade nest in the pampas, but this was empty or just the odd egg in there.
What could be wrong? I had a little search round under the nettles and various other places but nothing.
It wasn’t long until Prudence let the cat out of the bag though! Today being my day off college and having a house totally empty of offspring and Hubby all was quiet until the familiar sound of one of my girls announcing that she has laid her egg for today AHA!!!!
Prudence has given the game away!
Just the other side of the pond I find their little stash!
To say that the other girls were not happy could be an under statement as I made off down the garden pursued by my little flock all complaining bitterly at Prudence not being able to keep a secret!
3.47am I was rudely awoken by a very vocal Vinnie having a “crow off” with the neighbour’s cockerel Mr Darcy – this is not his name it’s the one I call him after my first encounter with him strutting around my garden all dark feathers and brooding looks. Vinnie was given to us by the lovely Theresa at Hens for pets, he’s a Vorwerk and a very handsome chap, Hubby felt our little flock of girls needed some discipline and so he came home with us, he is delightful and very funny to watch, I can literally lose an hour of my day watching my chooks rootling and tootling, Phoebe the escapologist,
“Phoebe the Escapologist”
Gwendolyn and Alice AKA Gwalice as we cannot tell who is who, Nigella, Prudence, Delia
and Flo-Jo who is feeling under the weather, she has been sulking for a few days, I’ve even had her in the kitchen with me so she can snooze in peace without having to suffer Vinnie’s advances.
Under the weather
This merry gang have had the run of the garden over the winter months and have kept the grass neatly trimmed but yesterday I decided it was time for them to go back into their very spacious pen and let the garden recover, so I set about repairing the fencing around the veg patch where their exploits into the main garden started a few months ago, I was helped by the girls as they have a very keen eye for any worms or insects that get unearthed, together we tidied and sorted out the veg patch.
I managed to coax them into their pen with a tasty treat of noodles and locked them in, all seemed well in Chickentopia, I went about tidying the rest of the garden and to my amazement was joined by Phoebe!!! How on earth had she escaped? Now chickens are cunning little devils and Phoebe had no intentions of going back to Chickentopia so a Benny Hillesque pursuit ensued, Phoebe being cheered on by Vinnie and the girls! Eventually I caught her by throwing a towel over her, she remained in the pen for the rest of the day and I tried to work out how she had escaped………. This morning however the game was up, the girls have taken to laying their eggs under a clump of pampas grass in the main garden, Phoebe has spent 15 minutes marching up and down the fence squawking and complaining about not being able to do this while I watched from the kitchen window, determined to have her own way she did what I can only describe as a running jump onto the gate and over into the garden then ran at full tilt into the little nest they have so lovingly created under the pampas, little does she know that I am waiting for her to emerge! After a sound telling off she is now back behind the gate but for how long who knows!
OH the realisation that I have a 2 week break from college puts a great big smile on my face, although I have woken with a stinking cold and the memory of the strangest dream involving Florence aka Flo-Jo (one of my beautiful chooks)
and Vinnie our strutting cockerel….
Both had decided to take a little walk over the road into the farmers field after the gate had been left open, anyway after a terrible panic and a frantic couple of minutes which resulted in the capture of Flo-Jo I crossed back into the garden followed by the posturing Vinnie who clearly had plenty more to say about having to come home early, as I was closing the gate and ensuring they were both well and truly reprimanded the cocky Vinnie answered me back!!!!! “We would just like to cross the road without our motives being questioned”. I’m sure somewhere out there a clever dream analyst person would have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this bonkers dream but let’s just say it’s a long line of many!
I’m back to the blog after a few days of what I can only describe as a combination of writers block and a lack of faith in myself. It’s the Easter weekend and as myself and hubby no longer have little people in our lives (our children now being 22 & 23) it seems a little like the world has stopped and we are aimlessly wandering and wondering what to do with ourselves. It’s a very rare moment that I feel stuck to what to do so whilst hubby has ensconced himself watching War of the worlds I have returned to the BLOG!! I had a plan of action for what to do today but as I had a very long lie in after going back to bed after letting the chooks out and topping up the ‘Dark Destroyer’s’ supplies the plan has been shelved!
The sun is doing its best to shine and my girls are happily rootling and tootling in the garden.
Do crochet birdhouse- a cute little pattern I downloaded from Etsy
Finish off the happy flower.
Clean out chooks
Well the list is not exhaustive as you can imagine so I’m off to make a start.
Well this is a new experience, it was my daughter’s idea and after a few weeks of thinking whatever would I write about I am finally putting fingers to keyboard. After signing up to a blog spot I dutifully read through all the tips – What’s your blog going to be about?, what is your passion? Are a couple of the questions posed umm I’m thinking to myself I have so many passions but I’ll narrow them down I thought, so in no particular order I compose a list – family, crafts, gardening, reading, chicken keeping (my girls & Vinnie), my contrary cat, cooking, baking, crochet, knitting the list seemed to go on and on…..