Empty Garden

The garden feels empty … and I feel strange each time I have to think about what to do with a left over cooked potato or a tough outer cabbage leaf. I’m having to be careful to cook only just enough spaghetti, rice, or frozen peas. It’s horrid.

So we’ve taken the decision in principle to restock, perhaps 4 – 6 hens, no more than we can restrict to the Hen Run. It’s frustrating that we don’t feel it would be safe for any more but that’s the way it is. Now that the fox has found us, we’ll never be safe from him again. I’m angry too: angry that the hens we lost had only recently refeathered, gained weight and started laying. They, and we, had so much to look forward to.

With four hens, there won’t be any eggs to sell – which isn’t about the money, it’s about the people who got to enjoy such lovely eggs and were always so grateful to have some.

It won’t be for a week or two, probably early March (if indeed we can locate some POL birds that early in the season). I’m leaving DH to source hens of his choice, while I work out how much we need to spend to further strengthen our defences. I will keep in touch via a post on this blog, but won’t continue this blog for a new brood. I’ll start over and leave a link here if you’d like to follow it. There are simply too many memories here – does that sound a bit melodramatic? That’s honestly how it feels just now.

Thank you for all your messages of love and support. It means a lot to us x

Gone, all gone

Ever since a fox took Verity one night, we have been careful to shut the hens in at night. Except last night.

They are all dead, every last one. Nothing eaten, just the heads taken.

DH is determined to restock. I’m not sure we can afford to make the garden fox proof – even if I knew how.

I’ll let you know what we decide. Thank you for your interest.

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Ukadex

I had thought that the Vicks had helped the feather pecking – but clearly not as this morning I watched Clarissa peck and eat a feather from Delia … I was helpless to stop her as I was in the house. Within minutes, however, my delivery from Regency Poultry arrived with a can of Ukadex on board!

I’ve read all about Ukadex and how terrible it smells, so I sent DH to put his waterproofs on, while I kitted myself up with a waterproof (DH also has waterproof trousers, I don’t … ) and garden gloves and went out to talk to the hens while I waited for DH. The Cook Chooks appear to really like human company, as they come to you as soon as you join them, and stay round your feet whatever you’re doing. Or perhaps they’re just trying to curry favour, or seek protection, from someone they regard as top of the pecking order? In any case, it was a matter of moments to scoop them up and spray them … so I was done and dusted before DH even managed to get his trousers on!

I have read forum and blog entries that talk about the smell, and how you have to change everything you are wearing and have a shower to wash it away etc … so I was prepared for the worst. But I really don’t think it’s that bad! It reminds me of burnt meths or tar … yes, it’s strong, but not repulsive … but let’s hope it does the job. Generally, apart from the bald patches and where I used the Vicks, Delia and Nigella are starting to gleam like Clarissa. I noticed recently, however, that Bobby in particular is looking a little scruffy … DH had a good look at her today, and her front is completely bare – I can only assume she is moulting, as is Bridget.

So their good laying record may go on hold for a while as they grow new feathers. I learned today that it’s little Delia – smallest hen, fewest feathers – who is laying the larger of the Rhode Rock eggs with a speckled end. I’m glad to report that the RRs are all laying in the ark, now, too. I don’t think we’ve had an egg from Yolande for a few days now, but she seems well.

The Hen Garden doesn’t get a lot of sun. At one point this morning, we had seven of the girls all squished up into the one spot of sunshine they could find, which is when they finally discovered the branches I cut and put in the run a couple of weeks ago … they are piled up against the cherry tree so the first we knew of it was when DH spotted one of the Virtues half way up the tree where the trunk divides in two. They didn’t get any higher, and I didn’t see how the LS got down again, but they all then took it in turns to explore their new climbing frame!

I left the hens in DH’s care Saturday and spent the day in London … DD1 had a summer camp reunion so I had a day to myself to spend as I liked. In the end, I spent it walking the River Thames and getting to know the bridges … I took a couple of hundred photos, so if you’d like to see a few, click on the picture below.

Westminster Bridge from the South Bank of the Thames

Torches, torches …

(anyone else remember that carol?)

Having had to gather up Charity and put her in the run for a couple of nights, for the last three nights we tried leaving a torch on in the run for her to find her way herself … today, we were at the football*, so weren’t at home to put the torch on before dark, but she managed to put herself to bed – success! They are learning so fast … they come now to a call, even back into the run for some treats … so the next thing is to get them to perch at night rather than sleeping in the nest box. We managed to lift two of them up tonight, but one simply hopped down the other side where we can’t reach her. I’ve been a bit concerned because five of them have crushed up into one end leaving an ex-batt on her own above the ramp … if they’re all on the perch, she’ll be closer to the others, and therefore warmer. It’s freezing here today … not thawed at all … and it’s due to be like this for a week.

* FA Cup third round, Plymouth vs Newcastle, goalless draw, good game!

All ready

We’re all ready to go … and I’ve found another hanging feeder so there won’t be any feeders for the chicken-sitters to clean up, just to fill. The rain cover is working better now as I’ve taped it to the pole. Had a good clean out of the coop … so see you later!

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