Spring came and went in what seemed
like constant rain. We then had a few days of glorious spring and now summer
arrived. Apple trees are covered in blooms, bushes that usually blossom at
midsummer are in full swing and the pollen from the pine trees is colouring everything
green. Mr. Chip sports green nostrils and our dear sheep keep turning up from
the wilderness covered in green pollen. It makes a change from their reddish
look but just watching them makes you want to sneeze. The hens are getting more
active by the minute and can be seen heading off on long walks around the
countryside. All the blossoming weeds provide them with snacks along the way
and as worms are currently easily accessible, the ramblers usually end their
outing on a lawn somewhere. I do believe that one of the reasons for all the
trekking is the fact that our hens still feel a bit shy around the chicks. Our
five super chicks could not care less as they are having a brilliant time
taking over the henhouse, the yard, the village, and the world... Chicks are
not very melancholy creatures and life for them is a full on eating party.
Strawberries are now high on the list of "tastiest food items," right
at the top with bilberries.
Credit: Dasha Dimitrova |
This week we had one day of heavy
rain. While I kept checking on the chicks, as I was worried that they would
float away, never to be seen again, I dropped the ball. I completely forgot
about Lotta the hen and her broody disposition and now she is hogging eggs and
staying put. She has not left the nest for three days and I only hope she eats
and drinks when left alone. I have no idea how many eggs she is guarding but I
am pretty sure if anyone plops out, it will be a cockerel. And then it's young
Eric all over again... All this because I forgot to collect the eggs. At least
Lotta stayed indoors and did not make a nest out in the forest. Maybe we have
the rain to thank for that small mercy?
Mindy, Mandy, Molly and My love the whole
concept of summer. Whatever you do around the place, you can count on them
turning up in no time at all, to check on your progress. They also make regular
pit stops by the house and if you miss them, they inform you by calling out.
It's not a rude shout, just a friendly "Hello!" so you'll know to
bring some dry bread for them, out on to the step. The animals around our parts
are very organised and put us to shame....
Monty impressed me the other day just
by being Monty. I arrived home from work (I do some hours of gardening, now and
again...) and found Monty, Darya and Henrika busily turning over the manure
heap. I looked for the other two hens, Lina and Pippi and could not find them
anywhere. I knew Lotta was staying put but the two other stars were missing. In
the end I went to Monty and asked where his ladies had gone. To my immense
surprise Monty started walking in to the forest and proceeded to show me the
two missing hens, digging away behind a spruce. Then he went back towards his
beloved manure heap. I told him what a brilliant and extremely clever cockerel
he was and somehow he realised it himself, so he celebrated it with a little
dance in the middle of the road. I think we were both equally impressed by the
whole thing, while the hens thought we were silly and just a little strange.
It's difficult to impress a hen, anyway...
Mr. Chip is having his "summer
shampoo and rinse" session today, which means that I will be much cleaner,
when we are done. You know it's time for a bath when you can tell our dear dogs
whereabouts just by using your sense of smell. Mr. Chip is a reluctant bather,
to say the least, so it will not be a fun filled event. Hopefully we will come
up smelling of roses...
We are still celebrating the year of
super important, new knowledge so here goes; Butterflies have taste sensors
located on their feet so they can taste food by standing in it, on it. Maybe
our hens have the same ability and that's why they jump into the food bowl?!
Could explain a lot. Clever butterflies, all the same! Happy June, everyone,
not long now...
Next blog post on the 5th June.
Text by Nina
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