Plans changed. Well, it was a dull and misty day and we didn’t feel like gardening, so we didn’t. Nor did we feel like turning out the study. So we didn’t. Hah.
I’ve finally got around to ordering some pot eggs. I daresay all you chicken keepers use them already, but I hadn’t been able to track any down except a single one, last year, at the local shop that sells all outdoor stuff, where they wanted £3.50 for a single plaster egg, and I baulked at the price. It’ll be my last hope of getting the bantams to lay where I want them to and, if they don’t take the hint, they won’t be completely free range (although they’ll have enough outdoor space to be ‘legally’ so) again. Russell used to mark an egg and leave it, but he also watched them closely to see where they emerged from looking pleased with themselves, and I’m simply not observant enough for that. Anyway, I have bought the eggs on eBay and we’ll see how it goes.
There was a knock at the front door this morning and a youngish man had come to ask me if I might let my field for his son to use for scrambling. On a bike, that is – I’d let young Stevo ride his motorbike around it, when he was practising for his CBT. I had to disappoint him, it was out of the question. I explained, it was just for a young friend, I only let him because it was the winter and there were no cows on the field, I overlooked the noise and the ground being somewhat cut up but it was a one-off. The son is 11 and he’s been bought the bike and the accessories, but now they can’t find anywhere for him to ride. I could only suggest he ask on one of the local Facebook pages. I think he’ll be very lucky if he can find anywhere, to be frank.
Tomorrow, we haven’t made plans yet, except to go to the pub for a drink before lunch. This seems achievable.
Whether lunch itself turns out to be achievable is another matter entirely.
John usually puts out cheese and peanuts, we may not need lunch 🙂
There’s a place at Blythburgh where they do scrambling – opposite Toby’s Walks.
Hi Matt, thank you. He didn’t leave contact details but if I see him post on Facebook, I’ll let him know.
My grandparents had glass eggs, much like these, to encourage their Barred Rocks to lay. Apparently these are considered antiques now.
They’re lovely! There were antique (or ‘antique’) ones on eBay, but I didn’t investigate them. There were some wooden ones, which looked rather attractive but I wasn’t sure what the bantams would make of them.
I tried to write comments on your blog before (in 2013 and 2014) but was never able to for some reason. I hope this one will get through. When we moved to this house, back in the 70s, there was a little barn in the backyard with chickens. We bought some bantams – the girls gave them names and would sneak them in their rooms when it was cold in winter. They gave us many eggs – very small. How many do you have? We had about 6 bantams I think.