Author Archives: Carol

Butterscotch laid twenty eggs then went broody. She then started to moult but a little later starting laying again. The feathers stopped appearing in the run and she laid twenty one eggs then went broody once more. This time none … Continue reading →

I decided to harvest our corn on the cob as I think it’s too late in the year for them to fill out and I don’t want to lose them if we have a frost. I decided they would have … Continue reading →

Yesterday we had a visitor to our garden. He came in three times. He was attracted by the sunflower seeds underneath the bird feeders. I couldn’t get close enough to him to get better photos than these but I think … Continue reading →

Yesterday morning I realised that Butterscotch had been in the nest box for about three hours. She is usually only in there for half an hour so I decided to lift her out. She had laid and had been sitting … Continue reading →

Most of the girls are now through the moult. Honey and Topaz were the last two to moult and the only two not quite back to normal. Honey was the last to start her moult and she looked the worst. … Continue reading →

It seems crazy that I hadn’t checked on how the girls come out of the chicken shed before now but the fact is that I knew that they could use the ladder, I have seen them do so, it seems … Continue reading →

Last night the girls went in the chicken shed and all spent time looking up as if wondering where the high perches had gone. There was much squabbling with Toffee and Speckles being forced out a few times before they … Continue reading →

I have been taking photos each evening since we put in the higher perches to monitor how the girls were getting on with them. Honey seems to favour the spot by the window. Once Butterscotch comes in she goes to … Continue reading →

The round table under the big bush is one of the girls’ favourite places to hang out. There are usually one or two girls on it and sometimes four or five. But when it rains this table gets wet and … Continue reading →

Every night there is a battle to see who can get on the high perches and who gets stuck on the top rung of the ladder. We hear a lot of clunking about and then usually a squawk and then … Continue reading →