The eggs were in the incubator in lockdown mode. It was late on Sunday afternoon. Day 19 was drawing to a close. We arrived home to find that there was a powercut and I immediately ran to check the incubator. The temperature had dropped to 36degC. I rushed to get towels and wool blankets to … More In Which a Powercut Threatens The Incubator Hatch
We have chicks! Frodo hatched 10 out of the 13 eggs she was sitting on. The first ones hatched overnight on Sunday. Of the three that didn’t hatch, two (one Frodo one and one Tiggywinkle one) had gone bad earlier on (it’s hard to tell with darker shells sometimes) and one (a Frodo one) just … More Who’s Your Daddy?
Last week I found a dead chicken in the pen. Yes, it was a shock. It was a black chicken. Standing at the garage door, looking at the chicken lying on its side, my first thought was it could be young Andrew. Maybe Darrington or Thomas had picked a fight with him. I looked to … More Well, Maybe Not Then…
One day I found Darrington, head rooster, limping and looking wobbly. Of course, I could not catch flighty Darrington, despite his ailment. I tried on a few occasions and called it quits until he went into the coop at night, as I didn’t want to make his condition worse by making him run around like … More What’s Wrong With Darrington? Not Mentally Speaking…
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