There’s never a dull moment where my girls are concerned each one seeming to have its own little foible!
Gwalice is a fan of the cats biscuits and will come into the kitchen and raid his bowl with no fear of Monty who will sit sulkily watching from the top of the stairs (I have yet to capture this on camera).
Phoebe well where to start with her, apart from being the instigator of great escapes she will frequently sit on the window ledge watching TV!
But today the Blue Tits from the neighbouring garden fledged! Oh they are so cute 4 little pieces of very noisy fluff who are still shouting to Mum & Dad for food
They have moved quite far from their nest box and 2 are now sitting outside my lounge window in the wood store, there is one in the tree above and I’m not sure where the other is but he is making himself heard! Hubby, The Son & Heir and myself along with a steady stream of neighbours children have been oohing and ahhing over these 4 little mites all day, I’ve carried the cat down to the bottom of the garden so he doesn’t “interfere” with them carefully watched by Mummy Blue Tit. But then disaster struck! Phoebe! yes Phoebe! as quick as a flash grabs one of the little fellows and is running off down the garden with it! I’m galvanised into action chasing her round with the garden fork closely followed by Hubby and a very bemused Daughter who has just arrived home from work to her mother frantically chasing a chicken round the garden shouting and brandishing the garden fork, Phoebe tries to give me the slip several times and Vinnie is weighing in with his “two penneth” chasing all three of us along with Phoebe around the garden! finally cornered Phoebe parts with her prize and I rescue the poor little mite, it’s not looking good he’s very distressed! After several moments he seems to come round but he is looking very dishevelled.
I think his wing is broken but can’t be sure, it’s so heart breaking, Hubby is beside himself and thinks he should stay up all night on predator watch! The chooks are now safely ensconced in their run where they are now complaining bitterly!
We are taking it in turns to check on them but as I said they are noisily shouting for food outside the window so all seems well for the moment.
Fingers crossed they survive the night nature seems so cruel.
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!
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…..