Author Archives: Carol

I have been struggling to write this post as it’s been so upsetting. Yesterday morning when the girls came out of the chicken shed Emerald stayed put. I thought it best to leave her be. There was a green splodge … Continue reading →

Yesterday afternoon when I found that Emerald was struggling I thought that it was just that the heat had got too much for her. I thought a good nights rest would see her back to normal but this morning I … Continue reading →

I have never been a football fan although my husband is. I watch England matches during the world cup and my husband watches every match. He records those that are on while we are working and watches them later. I … Continue reading →

For two evenings I left the bin bag on Dandelion’s perch and she perched next to Cinnamon as I had hoped she would. Meanwhile the chicks were sleeping like this. I had to give up trying to get them to … Continue reading →

Yesterday I left the run open all day and didn’t close it at the end of the day as I usually do. I think the chicks are ready to be with the flock full time now. I have finally got … Continue reading →

I have been putting the two flocks together every afternoon. I open up the escape holes near the patio area and at the end of the run by the ladder. I have also put another water bottle at the end … Continue reading →

I have mentioned before of our efforts to stop any damp coming in to the chicken shed. It’s not a problem at the moment of course while it is hot and dry but that is also the ideal time to … Continue reading →

Sadly I had to make the decision to have Freckles put to sleep on Saturday. I had pulled a soft shelled egg from her vent and cleaned her up but she didn’t recover and I couldn’t let her suffer any … Continue reading →

Friday We just can’t seem to get away from egg laying problems with the girls we had from my last breeder. We lost Rusty to a second prolapse last September. We lost Apricot overnight this April just as she was … Continue reading →

As the song title goes, it may be a cliche, but it is very true this year. This really pretty rose was actually in this garden when we moved in eleven years. It was tiny back then and completely hidden … Continue reading →