Thursday 30 September 2010
Wednesday 29 September 2010
Tuesday 28 September 2010
Monday 27 September 2010
Friday 24 September 2010
Thursday 23 September 2010
The Pekins quickly feed and then go underneath their house, either side can come off during the day to provide them with shelter from the rain or to act as a wind break, whichever is needed, clever design by Lovely Hubby. You can just see the Welsummers sheltering in the Eglu, sometimes this looks like a bus stop of chickens queueing up, as they pour in one by one for the al fresco companionship.
Usually on a wet day only Norman is immune to the rain, standing by the large feeder until he is sodden, seemingly not minding at all. Since his late promotion to Cockerel-ship he does a grand job of guarding his ladies, always on the lookout for dangers to warn them of.
One thing I at first found unusual is the chickens love of wet Layers Pellets. On a drizzly, wet day they always search out the soggiest pellets first, obviously they taste much better wet.
Shhh....but as I type the sun is struggling through, things might be about to change!
Wednesday 22 September 2010
Tuesday 21 September 2010
Monday 20 September 2010
And the little chicken toy......a very lovely pressie to me from Charlotte, isn't she just lovely?
Now this is why some smaller businesses do so well, a level of customer service this good keeps people coming back time and time again and spreading the word to all their friends. So if you have a spare moment pop over to Cottontails Baby, not just things for babies and children, lovely things for all folk with good taste. Also have a peek at Charlottes' Blog to see just what some of her little toys get up to!!
Thank you Charlotte for the super speedy service and the lovely little extras, much appreciated.
Friday 17 September 2010
Thursday 16 September 2010
The others all give him a level of respect only someone this handsome deserves.
(The only thing I have to watch is that Lovely Hubby picked Norman up last week and realised what he weighs.....I could almost see a cartoon thought bubble above his head with a picture of Norman popping his head out of a giant chicken pie!!)
Wednesday 15 September 2010
After a while though they settle into the routine of walk, stop, Mum vanishes into bushes and then popping out and starting the walk again. Soon they spend my 'bush' time mooching about and having a good sniff at what the wildlife has been doing over night, following tracks that sometimes a delighted Rosy finds leads her to a bird hiding in the long grass that she can flush out in a cacophony of squalks of indignation. Each time I pop out from the bushes my basket is a bit fuller and a little more of natures wonderful bounty is gathered in.
Soon the slow walk loses its appeal and Sophie starts placing sticks behind me as I pick. At first these are just normal sticks, but as time progresses they get larger and larger, as if she thinks the slowness of the walk must be linked to a form of diminishing eyesight for her Mum.