Author Archives: Carol

This morning when I went in to clean the coop there was a broken soft shelled banty egg in the doorway again. It was once again Bluebell pecking at it that alerted me to it. I quickly cleaned it away. … Continue reading →

The little girls both laid an egg on the same day two weeks ago. I am sure they will both lay another egg soon as they keep going into the nest box together. They seem to like to keep each … Continue reading →

All my girl’s apart from Dotty are back to laying again giving me an assortment of lovely eggs. Their eggs remind me of the sugar almond eggs you can buy because of the lovely pastel colours. Apart from a few … Continue reading →

Last year Valentines Day was rather sad because it was the day we had to have Treacle put to sleep. She had been very ill for three weeks and I couldn’t let her suffer any more. My husband drove me … Continue reading →

We have now had four months of continual rain. I have never known rain like this in my lifetime and they are saying in the newspapers that the south of England is having the wettest year since records began. They … Continue reading →

It seems there is always something going on with the girls. This morning when I went in to clean the coop there was a broken soft shelled banty egg in the doorway and Bluebell was pecking at it. I moved … Continue reading →

Every morning when I clean up the coop the little girls come into the coop and watch me. They spend the whole of my clean up time in the coop inspecting my work and chatting away to me. Sometimes I … Continue reading →

I have contemplated adding sand to the run because it’s so wet after so much continued rain. The amount we would need to make a difference would be an awful lot of sand and impossible to carry up to the … Continue reading →

Last night we sprayed the bare skin on Bluebell’s neck with the blue spray to cover the redness. She wasn’t very happy about it and I felt bad. However this morning she was her normal self and laid her blue … Continue reading →

I don’t know why the girls are so fascinated with my feet and my boots but they do tend to follow them, stick close to them and peck at them, why, I have no idea! Sometimes I wonder why they … Continue reading →