muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
Tuesday, when I attached the wasteland and reinstated a bit as garden, Sixpence was fine.

Wednesday, she had a slight limp. Laid one of her almost spherical dark brown eggs.

Yesterday, she was hopping miserably, so we took her to the vet (after I'd checked and found out we had no Metacam newer than an unused bottle for Mr Big from 2010). No visible damge to foot, possible slight dislocation of hip. Metacam (off licence) at a dose for a 2.5kg cat (no she's not that big) for five days and then... good grief, x-rays? anaesthesia?

Today, hopping, limping, and laid a weird pale, sandpapery-shelled egg. Which we can't eat 'cos of the Metacam.


Jun. 5th, 2016 01:49 pm
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
Today's haul:
Having watched closely, I can now state pretty conclusively that the medium brown egg comes from the black and gold Tuppenny and the teeny dark brown comes from little miss Sixpence. The h-u-u-g-e plae egg is Miss Blue's.
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
They has 'em!

Even if it doesn't look like it here.

We went away for a peasant weekend and came back to two young ladies who are no longer point of lay but full-fledged layers. Including the little brown egg in the most inaccessible part of the run.

Yesterday, in the howling gale and torrential rain, I tried to move the egg, with the aid of a long stick, to a more convenient place. I failed.

This morning, it had been repositioned for us.

(M still had to take the run part to reach it.)

On Saturday morning, we left a single egg in the helter-skelter. Today we have ten (and I've used at least one since Monday). Can haz glut.


May. 12th, 2016 02:27 pm
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
So, here are the new hens, Misses Tuppeny and Sixpence:
peek-a-boo! )


May. 12th, 2016 02:16 pm
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
Can I just state for the record that anti-peck spray tastes foul? (And I'd scrubbed my hands clean, before I accidetally sampled from my thumb.)


May. 10th, 2016 01:45 pm
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
New henz!

No pictures: too wet to photo.


Apr. 28th, 2016 05:21 pm
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
Miss Speckedly Hen. Clucking yesterday, not today.

Wasn't planning on spending cash on new poultry right now, but the everlasting Miss Blue will pine on her own.
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)

Elderly hens ahve not been laying this winter.

So, eggs!

Also, this had me laughing out loud. For reals ;-)

    "... at this moment Aunt Hester returned.

    "Timothy," she said in a low voice, "Timothy has bought a map, and he's put in—he's put in three flags."

    Timothy had ….! A sigh went round the company.

    If Timothy had indeed put in three flags already, well!—it showed what the nation could do when it was roused. The war was as good as over."
John Galsworthy, In Chancery, Chapter XII
muninnhuginn: (alien kitty)
Is now the ex-and-buried Mrs Black). She looked a little sad early yesterday afternoon. I then forgot to check on her before we went out in the evening--and checking on her when we got in would have been a little pointless. She was dead in the pod this lunchtime, with Miss Speckledy say disconsolate next to her and Mrs Blue being her usual self.

Since I removed the body, they've both been hooting rather disconsonsolately. Odd for Mrs Blue, since she had a habit (ameliorated by the presence of Miss Speckedly) of pecking Mrs Black. Mrs Blue is doing a pretty good moult at present, too.

I hadn't been planning on cleaning the run until tomorrow. But at least the sun's shone on my efforts.

* I'm trying to remember how long we've had Mrs Black (it must be three since we took on Miss Speckledy and we had Mrs Black then). I got her from somewhere in Essex courtesy of a lift with [ profile] smallphoenix several years back on a joint acquisition trip (a chicken run?). So, not too short a life, tho' I'm not quite cetain how happy. She was always bottom of the pecking order, and nervy with it.
muninnhuginn: (Default)
We found these in the lean-to beside the house about five weeks after the fox got Miss Redly:
We didn't explore the state of the contents. You could feel the yolks rattling if you shook them, tho', so there were a little dried out at the very least.


May. 10th, 2007 03:52 pm
muninnhuginn: (Default)
I blame [ profile] la_marquise_de_, since it was on her recommendation that I went and sat outside Boots today and listened to Wang Shun Xian. Superb. Especially watching the inevitable flautist's eyebrow raising. As soon as I can kick the small girl off the TV, we'll have a good listen to the two CDs.

(Also bought replacement mint and chives to be planted in the garden surrounded by razor wire with machine gun emplacements [you think Chicken Run was based on anything except fact], which is now hidden under cover, since keeping it indoors meant Big ate the chives.)
muninnhuginn: (Default)

Cat to the Vet. Check.

Chuck to the Vet. Cluck!

Pay by credit card. No cheque. Check.

muninnhuginn: (hen fred)
Henz in snow from two days back:
click for cluck )


Dec. 22nd, 2006 02:25 pm
muninnhuginn: (Default)
The living room accumulate drifts of white fluff in its corners; the garden gathers black down in its corners.

The latter explains why Jack ain't laying at present and is finding it a struggle to fly up to the window sill.


Dec. 15th, 2006 12:04 pm
muninnhuginn: (hen fred)
I'm off to buy eggs for the first time since May. The impending birthday cake will only be 1/3 Fred and no Jack at all.

We really need that Silkie.
muninnhuginn: (Default)
Couldn't not mention that yesterday I watched the henz seeing off the squirrel who'd dared to return to the back garden.

Go, Grrlz!
muninnhuginn: (hen fred)
From the Tory gruff: chickens aren't birdbrains.

Can't say I'm surprised. The gossips in my back garden seem to get their message across quite adequately.


Oct. 1st, 2006 01:02 pm
muninnhuginn: (hen fred)
September's egg count = 49


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