Author Archives: Carol

This morning, just like the day before yesterday, Peaches and Barley were doing a lot of shouting. I checked on them and Peaches was in the nest box with Barley watching from outside. I grabbed my camera and was just … Continue reading →

I have often said how together Peaches and Barley are. Where one goes the other goes. What one does the other does. Since I have pruned the big bush in the run the girls seem to like to peck at … Continue reading →

The day before Valentines Day my husband bought me some daffodils. He said they were not my Valentine flowers (bless him) but that at only a pound he thought they would bring a bit of spring colour. I decide to … Continue reading →

Today we had our first “three egg day” of the year. This morning Butterscotch laid her egg about an hour later than the day before as is her pattern. We had no lunches to deliver today so were at home … Continue reading →

My husband bought me this egg holder for Christmas and this is the first time it has been filled. We have just had eight eggs in seven days. Six of those are Butterscotch’s and two are Barley’s. Barley’s eggs are … Continue reading →

Yesterday afternoon it was lovely and sunny for a change and we had finished work by lunch time. We decided to make the most of it and my husband set to work tiding the garden while I did the same … Continue reading →

Whenever I lift the lid to the nest box to see if there is an egg some of the girls come running to have a look too. Yesterday it was Honey and Emerald’s turn. Later in the day Barley was … Continue reading →

Recently I had been thinking that the fence in the chicken run was the most vulnerable boundary. It is our next door neighbours fence and we had the run built using this as part of the boundary. We knew our … Continue reading →

My husband said recently that he thought our patio set, on the top patio next to the chickens, was looking very shabby and could do with replacing. The chairs had come apart and he had glued them back together but … Continue reading →

There always seems to be something. I felt elated that Butterscotch had pin feathers on her head meaning she was moulting and not having her feathers pulled. Then we saw Topaz pulling the pins from her head. Each time we … Continue reading →