It’s been all week since I was last here – when I’m on my own, I tend to have very early nights unless they’re very late ones because I’m watching something: either way, the time tends not to be spent blogging. And then, once LT was home, events took over again.
Afternoons, at the start of the week, were spent with young Pugsley, who had to continue with half days at school until the end of the term. A fortnight and a bit to recuperate fully should see him right. We went to have lunch with them on Friday – it was a long and extensive meal and we didn’t really do a lot when we arrived home. And today, Ro and co, with Zain (not the cat, the Best Man) came for lunch, so we’ve had a leisurely evening again.
I’ve lost another chicken to a predator, which got in where I didn’t think it was possible. I suspect a mink. The chickens are now being shut up in a coop at night, which is surrounded with bricks so that weasels and other small nasties can’t get in, with the run of the greenhouse in the day, and the three newbies are using the whole chicken house in the day and half of it at night. I’ve blocked off everything, i hope, but am still very anxious every morning. As always, it was a favourite that I lost. I have ordered a shed – I looked up coops but they’re not big enough for me, I want something I can walk into to clean out – and it’ll arrive on Thursday. I have nest boxes and we can add roosting perches. It will go into the greenhouse and I’ll know they’re safe at night. I suspect that we’ll need to take out the window and replace it with wire, to make sure there’s enough air circulation.
Of course, this catastrophe was the main reason I didn’t blog all week. I was upset. And I’d like to have a few more chickens but, on the other hand, if I lose any more in horrible circumstances, I’m not sure I can take it any more and might just rehome the survivors instead. But I’ll give it every chance, I do rather love the chooks. My next task will be to integrate the newbies with the old stagers. The trouble is, the newbies are very big and prepared to stand up for themselves, and one of my others is tiny. The cock will support her, but he’s small too. I’m thinking that I’ll introduce one, to start with, but I’m anxious about that too.
Eggs for supper, by the way.