I hadn’t realised how long it was since I’d written anything – I was sure it was only a few days. I should be more organised. I’ll try to catch up over the next few days. It’s the phone wot does it – I don’t come to the computer very much any more, as I can do most things I need to on the phone, but it’s not the most convenient for blogging.
The hot weather didn’t last. In fact, it’s bloody cold again. Having thought we’d finished with fires and radiators, they’re all back on again.
Tonight, we have moved the newbie black hens into their new shed in the chicken greenhouse. That was easy, in fact – Rose and I picked them up and carried them through, and just put them on a perch. Rather to my surprise, they stayed there without fluttering and we were able to fasten the shed door and leave them to it. Tomorrow, I’ll let them out and keep the other chickens in their coop, to see if there’s any aggression. There isn’t a strongly dominant hen in the old guard, so I hope it’ll not be a problem, but I’ve got a couple of possible plans.
LT is going to be away for a few days next week, so I’ll catch up with things here, unless I’m needed to look after young Rufus, who isn’t very well. There’s time for him to get better by Tuesday, so we’ll see. My plan at present is to go to London on Monday to view an auction, but I’m slightly doubtful if I’ll make it. There seems to be a lot of problems with the railway line recently and I’m tired and rather low, and really don’t want to spend a long time on a broken-down train. I don’t really want the journey at all, but if I don’t go on Monday or Tuesday (if not needed for R), I won’t have another chance as the sale is on Wednesday. I’ll make up my mind tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’m relaxing by a log fire, while LT gets dinner ready. He’s made a warming beef casserole, on the grounds that winter has returned and we need something hearty.