Movements

The Accident Chicks have been shifted to their half-way house outside. Kim’s Hen House. Actually we could call it Kim’s Half-way Hen House. Which is a pleasing alliteration and you know how I like those.  It was just getting Too cramped in their inside box. The time had come.

The little urban hen house has two levels. If I pull the trap door up between the levels making a floor for the upstairs, then cover it in old hay, the chickens have a warm and quite cosy  apartment. godot-peacock-089They were  hanging out in the nesting boxes yesterday which was fine – it is draft free and warm in there (I have been looking at quail – Christine is hatching some – did you know they start to LAY at 7 weeks old?)  But I am adding turkeys this year and that is quite enough.  But I LOVE quail eggs and you can’t buy them out here. Can you feel my inner struggle? Anyway back to the Accident Chicks.

I transfer chicks in a tall washing basket. They cannot jump out. This is my tip for the day. There are six still, two are hiding. godot-peacock-017

free range chooks

The Barn Chooks are out and about. Which is not good as Our John the Head Gardener has been planting the cabbages. Of course now that he has planted cabbages they are calling for 1 – 3 inches of snow this morning. Hopeless. I invited the pigs back into the barn last night and was almost flattened in the polite-ish pig like rush. Sheila said: Excuse Me. Poppy said: Shove Over. Tima and Tane said nothing at all as they declined the offer being tough little New Zealand piggies.(Sometimes I think I am the wimp). Kim’s Half Way Hen House is easy to close down so they will be fine.  It is actually warmer when it snows.

So, the Son of- the Son – of Neanderthal Man is in charge of the Barn Chooks now.

godot-peacock-008

Below is The Son of Neanderthal Man.  The Old Chief.  Lucky his son left him alive actually as The Son of Neanderthal killed his own father (Neanderthal Man) to get the girls. They can be pretty rough these chooks.

godot-peacock-011

This week I will get The Cadet to hold him for me while I trim his beak, he lost the lower half in a fight with his ungrateful son and so the top part of the beak will just keep on growing, like a finger nail, so I trim it with nail scissors every now and then so he can still eat.

I am not sure where the Son of- the Son of -the Son of -Neanderthal man was today. (Oh yes it does go on). We call him Bob of course. As you would.  They are all identical except in age.

I am very scatterbrained this morning. Hope you are keeping up.

Now here is a treat. Godot in the Peacock Palace. These shots were taken yesterday from the other side of the barn, up high in the loft. Across the great divide. They hang out in there a lot in the day time. It is their safe place.

godot-peacock-051

godot-peacock-065

godot-peacock-055

Isn’t he a sensation. Soon I will close the door on them. Peacocks and Peahens can wreak pure havoc on emerging vegetable gardens. So a third of the second story of the barn has been netted off for them for early summer living. They still get sun and they can fly in there. Do you remember when the peahens ate all Johns greens that year. Was that last spring? No, it must have been the year before because Kupa, the Blue peacock, was still alive. Well anyway, we don’t want to go through that again. Both the peafowl and the peafowl keeper were threatened with expulsion!  He was really mad with us. Best we all keep a low profile until the gardens are established.

Of course as you know, I also want to collect a clutch of peahen eggs this summer to incubate them. And keeping nesting peahens close to home is safer.

I hope you have a lovely day today.

Love your friend on the farm,

celi

61 responses to “Movements”

  1. Godot is just beautiful, showing off his tail feathers. The half way house looks good. You know the directions on that structure said it would take two or three hours to construct. It took me more like eight. But that’s like any put together item, it always takes me longer. 🙂 So glad it is getting used for little chickens in need of a half way house until they are strong and big enough to join the flock! Kind of like half way houses in general, gathering strength and confidence for the big world outside. Have a good day, Miss C. Stay warm.

  2. Your Sons of Neanderthal Man reminded me of my chickens on the mountain. The Leader of the Flock was Chanti(cleer) who reigned supreme for sometime & was a wonderful father to Rosemary’s Babies & a good husband to The Queen Mother & all the others, but with his sons the altercations soon began. One of them, the magnificent Bianco vanquished Chanti in a Battle Royal. At times he had lived by the sword & so he died that way. One Dark Night the Bastard Weasel dispatched Bianco and so the begats did not continue much longer. I still recall those characters with affection and am so glad to have known the colorful Chickens clan. Snow does make it warmer in the garden & fields. Down here in the Blue Ridge welcome Spring is emerging, but we have had snow in April & even on the darling buds of May. So we aren’t past the possibility of it here yet. Thank you for the Visions of Godot today. Judith

  3. Nice pictures of all the feathered creatures on your farm. Bob looks gorgeous but I know that roosters can be pretty nasty. Do you make Sauerkraut with your cabbage?😀

  4. Well done Godot! 😀 I was just thinking, is there a way to remove those foot barbs from the s-o-t-s-o-N man so he doesn’t do so much damage? One blogger friend has to go into the hen house with a broom to stop her rooster from harming her! Little beastie.

    • They also use them to keep predators at bay. I think you can trim the claws though – I have a friend who did that. I have only had one bad rooster like your friend’s one – years ago and he had to be dispatched. They can be quite dangerous and are very strong. Sad for her to have to deal with that. c

  5. The Sons of….. are certainly the most colourful roosters I have ever seen, beautifully juxtaposed by Godot (almost blinding) white. Laura

  6. Sons and sons of NM are so beautifully marked. Son of, son of def looks as if he’s in charge. Nature red in tooth and claw can be brutal to us wimpy womenkind (that’s me that’s wimpy by the way, I don’t think wimp would suit you at all). Godot is amazingly beautiful. I can imagine that not-conversation between Sheila and Poppy! More snow… hope you don’t get ice and ice winds following on after it – benign snow?

  7. SoNMan is a splendid animal. We have the most friendly lot of hens next door – every time I walk past their little paddock they come running lickety split to the fence for a chat. Last year there were guinea fowl – noisy and unfriendly. I suppose those have gone for the pot by now. I look forward to seeing your turkeys when you get them. Please will you record their gobble gobble for us?
    Spring is burgeoning here today, despite a night frost. Jock’s put up the canopy and cushions on the swing hammock today, and it was warm enough in the sun to have coffee out there this morning.

    love,
    ViV x

  8. Ah, just you wait Cecilia, when our wee quail come springing forth in 7 days time, you’re going to have an even bigger struggle! And finally, some gorgeous shots of Godot! I feel a painting coming on!
    Christine

  9. Sniff! sniff! I smell quail….ok not today, but they will soon be on the Farmy… Wanna take a bet?
    Bob for such an elegant, if lethal bird is a rather strange name… but I can see why he has such a name.Son of Son of Son does get a bit complicated so Bob will suit. He is a fine specimen , so colourful and proud…but poor old Dad is looking a bit moth-eaten..
    I do love the names that you give to everything on the Farm from animals to sheds to fields and pieces of land and to Helpers…like Cadet!
    Have a great day Miss C not just a good day but a really great day lots o love P

  10. Having roos fight is a horrible thing to witness (been there, done that). I was appalled to witness what men do on purpose—pit one roo against another on purpose. 😦
    I saw the picture you posted of Godot on Facebook last night. Oddly, I think it is more interesting with the chicken wire in the foreground. He looks even more beautiful than normal.
    Tell Our John that I chased chickens out of my newly planted onion patch yesterday. They didn’t want the onions, but they were thrilled with newly dug ground. Flinging onions here and there in their search for grubs. Naughty birds!

Leave a reply to Grannymar Cancel reply