A few things from the week

Posted by louisa on Friday 30 December 2011 in meta | 5 comments

One. Whenever we tell people we don’t celebrate Christmas, the first question is often “what do you do on the 25th?” – we don’t do anything special, we just treat it like a normal day. A few years ago, when the 25th fell mid-week for a few years, we worked – it was a good day for doing things to busy websites or the like. Last year, it was a Saturday so we had some equally unobservant friends around for pizza and to watch dumb movies – a common Saturday event.

This year it was a Sunday so after a lie-in and a lengthy Lily-dog walk, I cleaned out the chicken coop as I do every Sunday morning – it was so warm that I was fine out there in just a t-shirt, quite different compared to last year! – then hoovered (the new bale of wood shavings had ‘leaked’ as it was carried through the house), then spent the afternoon gaming. Just a normal Sunday really.

Two. I spent that afternoon – and most of the last week in fact – in the World of Warcraft. I’ve jokingly called it a “holiday in Azeroth” – it’s changed a lot since the last time I was there two years ago and I wanted to have a look around to see what’s new – but it’s actually been more of a holiday than I reckoned. It’s as absorbing/disruptive to normal life as being out of the country for a week! I do like that I can create a character that cares about nature and spends as much time looking for herbs, crafting things, cooking & fishing as she does killing things :)

Considering there is a lot of WoW which feels like chores, it really pushes my buttons and I can play it non-stop for hours and hours. I’ve been complying a list of ways it does that – along with ways that my other favourite video games do too – to see if I can transfer some lessons from them onto my real life — make my real life to-do list as fun as running around killing murlocs.

Three. While I was gaming on Sunday, John went for lunch with his family – as he does whenever they all gather together – and returned with a huge pile of leftovers for us, so we’ve been able to join in the “when will we finish all the turkey?” game even without celebrating Christmas ourselves ;) We’ve had turkey & ham leftovers each day since then, and I made a turkey & chorizo jambalaya (like the one mentioned on here) last night which was yum. John also brought home leftover meat from people’s plates for Lily-dog & the feline duo, and leftover veg & fruit (including a LOT of melon) went down to the chickens. Glad we could use it up rather than it all going in the bin.

Four. The chickens’ new roof is working well – and by the amount of digging that’s going on in that area, I think they’re enjoying having a new dry part. If anyone sailing about 700miles south-east of Invercargill in New Zealand (the antipode of West Yorkshire) spots some chickens, they’ll be mine – having dug right through the earth.

Five. I bought some forced hyacinth bulbs a couple of weeks ago as and aside from getting a bit leggy/too heavy for their own good, they’re pretty – and so fragrant – at the moment. I am regretting it a bit though – I prefer plants to cut flowers but while these are in soil, they’re essentially as disposable as flowers. I will plant them out in the garden, to see if they’ve got enough energy to grow again in the future (apparently hyacinths are more likely to grow again in future years than something like tulips), but I’m not holding my breath over them.

What have you been up to this last week? Had a mountain of turkey to get through too? Any tips for helping my hyacinths along?

Chicken meets sprout

Posted by louisa on Wednesday 21 December 2011 in chickens | 3 comments

Since we’re not big sprout eaters in this house, our chickens hadn’t tried them before this week. I got a big bag of them reduced to just pennies at the supermarket nearly closing time the other day and thought I’d offer them up to the girls as a leafy treat.

“Hmmm? What is that crazy green thing? A mini cabbage?”

“Noooooooooooooooooo! Iccccccccccccck!”

“Dude! What the heck!?”

The black rock chickens liked them at least but the ginger girls, particularly this one (Green) like me a little less now ;)

New (partial) roof for the chicken run

Posted by louisa on Tuesday 20 December 2011 in chickens | 2 comments

Since we’d offed one of their species on Saturday, I decided to do a nice thing for our chickens on Sunday – I roofed part of their run.

I’d been meaning to do it for a while and had earmarked the polycarbonate sheets that had been the roof of our porch for the project – but when we had the porch replaced in the late summer, I wasn’t fast enough and the sheets were whisked away before I could grab them. Boo. I’ve kept my eyes open for the last few months for another possible roof but as nothing else turned up and it has been getting very muddy down there, I decided to buy some plastic sheeting instead.

The whole run has always been covered in chicken-wire to keep the foxes out, which made fitting the plastic sheeting rather difficult, especially in the spot I had in mind. The run is on “reclaimed” land – levelling up a steep hill – and on either side, it’s still the original hill. I’m not going to say how I got them into place because I think it would make John & my mum cry (especially as Sunday was icy and so possibly not the best day for clambering around). I’m surprised this blog post isn’t about how I added to my bruise collection*: the really bruised life.

Anyway, my original plan had been to carefully drill holes through the plastic so it wouldn’t crack, then screw them into place. I had an elaborate idea in mind of raising one end to make sure the rain drained away from the run rather than into it but when push came to shove and I was hanging off a tree, I realised that was unrealistic. On John’s suggestion, I ended up tying them onto the chicken wire – and around support beams where appropriate – and that seems to have worked pretty well. If it snows a lot, I’ll have to get into the habit of clearing it off the roofed bit so it doesn’t get too heavy – but snow gathered on the chicken wire too so it was something I had to do last year anyway. I’m not sure how much it’ll hold up in high winds and whether or not the rain will drain in the right way by luck rather than by design but we’ll see – it’s a start. And if it is a giant failure, given the way I’ve tied them on, it’ll be reasonably easy to remove them if needs be and try again.

Between the new roof, the shelters I made last year and the raised coop, they have about 6m2 of covered space in their run now (not including inside the coop) and there is another nearly 4m2 space covered in pallets/trellis so they should have plenty of non-muddy wandering space this winter – which should hopefully keep any mud-related foot problems at bay. I just wish I’d got around to doing it before the mega rain earlier in the month!

* I bruised my knee on a stage combat course last week, then slipped on the ice on Friday, banging my bruised knee again and falling heavily on the top of my foot. I’m rather clumsy – which is another reason why I shouldn’t have been clambering around on an icy day ;)

Our second time killing & butchering a chicken

Posted by louisa on Monday 19 December 2011 in chickens | 10 comments

(WARNING: I’ve included a couple of in-progress pictures towards the end of this post and I’ve been very careful to pick ones that look little different to a bird you’d find at the supermarket. However, if you’re very sensitive, you might want to skip this article.)

We killed and dressed/butchered a chicken for the first time in 18+ months on Saturday – the first time since we had chickens of our own.

It wasn’t one of ours – our friend John B hatched some Silver Wyandotte eggs last year and they all turned out to be boys so they didn’t fit in well in his egg-laying matriarchy. They were becoming bullies so had to go. He brought one of the big fluffy boys to our house for us as his daughters have a bit of an embargo on him doing it at his house.

We killed our first chickens under his tutelage in April 2010 – just before we got our own girls. Again, they were some boys whose only crime was being boys – oh and forcibly having their way with John’s girl chickens, that was their crime too. We had already accepted that we had to be willing to kill chickens before we could keep them ourselves – for example, what if one was injured and needed putting out of its misery? or, as happened in this most recent case, if hatched eggs turned out to be boys. But as I mentioned in my blog back then, there was also the bigger picture to consider: if we only bought point-of-lay girls, then someone else was having to deal with the equal number of point of lay boys that were being born. (This great article by Throwback at Trapper Creek puts it better than I can.)

Wet day

Posted by louisa on Thursday 8 December 2011 in chickens | 3 comments

It has been decidedly moist* here today. I realise people further north/in Scotland have it much worse than us but it’s still very wet and windy.

The beck at the bottom of our garden is usually just a pleasant trickle amongst the many rocks – 2.5m/8ft wide but no more than 15cm/6ins deep for the most part (there are some deeper pools and Lily-dog knows the location of every single one). There are enough protruding stones that we can step over it in trainers without getting our shoes wet. Not today though.

It’s fast and dirty – the run off from woodland, farmland, golf courses and roadways – and when the wind drops, we can hear it roaring from the house. We’ve seen it a foot higher than this, right to the edge of the far bank, but this is busy enough.

(As a comparison this is what it looked like this time last year, just after the first load of snow. Much calmer and clearer. A few days after that photo was taken, the top couple of inches of the whole beck froze solid enough that I could just about walk on it.)

The chickens have also been complaining loudly to me about the weather of late. I asked on Twitter earlier if anyone knew if you could get snorkels for chickens but I think actually wellies and/or waders might be more appropriate: it’s very muddy in there.