The title of this post may sound like an allusion to food, but don’t worry, it’s not. Half Pie, one of Frodo’s almost-certainly-a-male chicks is very much alive. After receiving minor peck injuries on his four-week-old face during sibling squabbles and even more traumatisingly being set-upon by his own mother upon his brief post-treatment return, … More Half Pie: The Dining Room Chicken
It’s fair to say my garden has been a bit neglected of late. There is this small child and all this chicken business. And much rain. And then big frosts. But, in the last week two things happened: I figured out how to have a shower in our shower-curtained shower while The Little Fulla is awake … More Vege Garden: Oh Yes, I Have One of Those
And then there were 11. It doesn’t sound so bad, except eight of them are chicks and one is a rooster. Ah well, I may be keeping more female chicks than I had anticipated. The babies are 4 weeks old now. They have coped well through a horrible, rainy, winter period. The sun came out … More And Then There Were 11: Onwards and Upwards. Or Sideways…
Yesterday dawned wet and gloomy. It seemed like Elrond was crowing a lot. As I fed The Little Fulla his breakfast, I looked out the window and felt angry at Elrond. He was reminding me that it was the first morning without Sam. It was a terribly wet and gloomy day and I had obviously hit … More The Fellowship is Broken
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