We’re off soon to the western side of the country, so won’t have the heatwave expected here. Should be pleasant at least, though.
The new chicken feeder arrived today. I’ve been having problems with rats in the henhouse. We never used to have this trouble, but the hens were free range and mostly fed outside. Now they have a very big run but aren’t free range, I have rats. Blue Witch recommended a rather expensive but, she said, well worth buying hopper, which the chickens peck to release the food. I finally took the plunge and ordered it – not least because my bigger chickens are extremely clumsy and knock over any container their food is in, even if it should be impossible.
BW bought her feeder some years ago and has always been very pleased with it. I trust ours will work well, but the build quality has certainly gone way down. Nothing lined up so bolts have been pushed in as far as they can go, but that’s not far enough to add the nut to secure it. The top doesn’t fit at all, once feed is in the hopper, so that can’t be secured either. If it were outside, it would be unusable. I’m very unimpressed. However, if it’s adequate for the job – that means, in the first instance, that the chickens have to learn to use it – then BW is confident that the rats won’t bother any more.
Rose will look after everything while we’re gone and the house won’t be empty. She’s under a fair bit of pressure though, as Lawrence started his latest round of chemotherapy last week and, as expected, the fourth day brought all the miserable symptoms. They’re a stalwart pair and are managing.
I meant to do a lot of cooking today, but I flagged somewhat. I did make a lot of bread-and-butter pickle yesterday and another batch this morning, and I’ve made stock and cheese sauce, but the moussaka didn’t quite happen, though I’ve minced the lamb. I sometimes feel that life would be easier if I didn’t grow vegetables, actually. Once you’ve grown the bloody things, you have to use them.