First egg

We have no idea which of our new hens laid this 37 gram treasure, found on the floor of the hen house this morning.

Egg and twenty cent piece

Here, for comparison is an egg from our senior chook. This egg weighs 58 grams.

Small and smaller. 58 grams compared to 37 grams.

Chickens and Aliens

We were sitting in the garden this morning having coffee, while the chickens were having a good time devastating the rhubarb patch.

Next thing our head girl takes off like a rocket to some tree cover.

Turns out that any overhead predator is a danger to be avoided, even if it is a drone.

I’m grateful to her because we didn’t see it at first. We think it was taking real estate photos of a nearby house that is for sale. It was certainly intrusive.

On the other hand, I wouldn’t have spotted the Wedge-tail eagle flying high above if I hadn’t been trying to get photos of the drone.

We’re Moulting!

Just a quick chook update. With amazing foresight, that clearly eluded our political leaders, our 3 chickens decided to simultaneously moult at the same time as we got the stay at home notice for the pandemic.

So not only did we have to stay at home, we also had to buy eggs. We are in complete shock.

Three chooks in moult down.

At least they are making themselves useful, eating the last of the brassica crop which is completely covered in aphids.

Waking up in Autumn

It happens every year, after a summer of tending plants through stinking hot days, you wake up one day and the overnight temperature has dropped and those tomato bushes are past their best. Well that’s where it starts.

About a week ago we did decide to pull out the spent tomato vines and in the time-honoured way it has led to job after job in the garden. Once the tomatoes had gone the rest of the bed needed to be cleared of weeds. Then it was clear that the whole bed needed re-aligning to rectify some long-forgotten design decision we made years ago.

Thankfully our garden beds are not permanent, so up came the concrete block edge. Three days in and all the strawberry and sorrel plants that lived in those concrete blocks were transferred temporarily into tubs so the blocks could be re-laid. In the interim one of the chooks offered ‘assistance’ by eating the one sorrel plant remaining in the main part of the garden down to it’s roots.

Then it was off to the tip to buy a trailer load of compost. I’ll skip over the hard work of shoveling soil etc, because I was lucky enough to avoid that task. I injured my shoulder some days earlier, (the other half did an excellent job of the task).

At last we reached the fun bit, planting out. This bed now has lettuce, spinach and kale planted in it. Today the strawberries have gone back in. The sorrel, having proved such a hit with the chickens, has now gone back into the main part of the bed. Around the edge I have transplanted an allium, possibly a variety of garlic chive, whose white flowers look quite decorative. Of course the finishing touch is miles of plastic mesh and spiky sticks and tubes, which we hope may forestall chicken attack. Although we doubt it will work. 😊

PS defences were broken through, but we are retaliating with bigger and better defences.

Sleeping disorder

A change of location is always a bit unsettling, but our new chickens are having some unexpected problems – “just where are we supposed to sleep?”

I assumed, incorrectly as it turned out, that they would prefer to sleep in their straw filled carry box. No. This is where we found them the first night.

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Sitting on top of the nesting box

Obviously our girls are of an age where they prefer to roost. So today we spent some time re-arranging the pen and adding a special roosting area. Cue this evening.

I was running late shutting the chooks away for the evening. So they decided for themselves. If in doubt, sit on the roof of your pen!

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What? this looks good to us

So finally having managed to persuade them to go inside their safe house for the night we have our fingers crossed that the chooks will finally get onto the right perch.

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Feathers

Honestly,  you’d think someone had been killed in here. One of our younger chickens has started moulting for the first time. Huge patches of skin can be seen! Yikes.

Today I  see that one of the other ‘girls’, the little Arucana, has also started loosing her feathers. The very hot weather is effecting them as much as it effects us. The chickens spent most of the day in the shade next to my stone water trough, drinking as much water as they can.

Another interesting effect resulting from the moult is that the pecking order changes. The black hen who is now moulting was the number 2 chicken. This evening I see her being pushed out of the way by one of the chickens we are minding for our friend. This smaller chicken is normally two places below in the order. Once again I find that chickens are endlessly fascinating to watch.