We have been a bit lax on the blogging front recently. Well, that is a bit of an understatement! If this was a school report, it would contain phrases such as 'could to better' and 'see me'. But we have good reasons for our blog silence! And no...the dog did not eat our internet or… Continue reading Where to begin…
My 30th birthday came and went, and the promised (easter?) Ixworth eggs didn't materialise. A little worried, I had TheWife chase the online shop she bought them from, only to discover to our surprise that not only did they not have any Ixworth eggs available, they actually didn't have any laying hens either!! Quite when… Continue reading Eggciting Times (Or; The trials and tribulations of home incubation)
My fondness for chickens heralds back over 15 years, to growing up with my mother keeping a variety of pure and mixed breed chickens and ducks in an old shed in our garden - Indeed the once commonplace smell of creosote brings back particularly strong memories! But of all the breeds she had; Warrens, Light… Continue reading A pa(ou)ltry first article
After posting about making a treat for the chickens on Sunday, I remembered that not all of our chickens have had the same start. Earlier this year Binty bought some ex-battery hens who are now in retirement with her. This is retirement in the sense that they weren't bought with the expectation of eggs, simply to… Continue reading Our battery hens
Life can be hard when you're a chicken. Days are spent pecking and scratching, laying and dozing, dust-bathing and flapping. Not to mention whiling away the hours dreaming about what would happen if someone left the gate to the garden open, and how long it would really take to demolish a healthy vegetable patch... In order to… Continue reading A treat for the chickens
This morning there was a definite chill to the air, and the sun is not rising as quickly as it has over the past weeks (or at least it seems that way). It has slowly dawned on us that summer is coming to an end and autumn is creeping in. Normally we would lament this, but… Continue reading No more summer?
There is an area at the side of the drive which has been disused for a fair while now. As children we used to scurry under the low boughs, climb the trees and make dens and camps in the shade beneath them. However, nowadays this is just a habitat for weeds and it could -… Continue reading Bockingham Palace (A new home for chickens)
