The Teenagers

After the very disappointing episode of the chicks in May of this year, I quietly decided to try my luck once more without reporting on my every move thinking it might be a bad omen.

I am very pleased to say that I have succeeded ...finally!

I have four beautiful chicks whom of which have now reached their teenage era. I have three Dorking's, one of which is a definitely a cockerel due to its stocky legs and mature head comb for its age. The other two I believe are hens along with one baby buff orpington chick, namely buffy! It's very hard to tell the sex of a chicken at this age though. You only really get to know when they're much older and those tell tale cockerel neck feathers come through.

They are now five weeks old and basically look like mini chickens (no more chick fluff and have full featherage). I have been advised to keep them on chick crumbs for five months. They seem to love the stuff and get very excited when its feeding time in the morning.

I am using the maternity ward to get them used to the outside life, grass and bugs. It's quite a challenge getting them in and out though as the Dorking's are really flighty and will escape in just a flap. I have to keep an eye open for Toby cat as I know he would pounce on them in a heartbeat!

OH Deer!!!

On feeding the chickens this morning, I was met with a jaw dropping sight. Patch two had been totally massacred by Deer. My spinach had been gnawed within an inch of its life and my runner beans were nothing but leafless stalks.

I had seen them hanging around the top end of the farm recently but didn't think for a second that they could clear the fence into the patch. We'll have to up the height of the existing fence now as once they've had a taste they will surely be back for more. For now I have propped up dozens of 6ft planks against the hip height fence and I shall keep my fingers crossed that it stops them getting through for now. A few old Cd's on string have also done the job in scaring them off ...for now anyway!

Update: 26/07/09
I am pleased to say that the runner beans have come back with a fighting spirit and are doing me proud. Although just a few weeks ago they looked like they could just do with being ripped out, they are now abundant with leaves and blooms with the promise of beanage!

Carrot Catastophe

Much to my dismay, my carrots have failed me!

I have been watching them get taller and taller over the last few weeks, but of late they have been beginning to produce flower heads. I thought that if I gave them a good pruning that they would put they're energy back into the root rather than the flower and foliage.

I happened to bump into a friend of mine Ben, also a keen gardener, and told him of my problem. He advised me that carrots do this sometimes and that once they have 'gone to seed' (producing flower heads) they are completely useless and will not grow into a full sized carrot, pruned or otherwise. The reason for this can be a number of things but the two most common are lack of water (even for one day) or that they have become too hot in the sun, even for a short amount of time. The best advice he could give me was to pull up all the ones with flower heads and to keep an eye on the others. I can still plant carrot seed right up until the end of July so, as I have had to pull so many, I'm going to plant a load more where the peas had been ... or should I say had bean!

Clucking Good Eggs!!!

I decided some time ago that once I had built up a good surplus of eggs that I would try my hand at selling my wares on a little table at the entrance of the driveway. Last week I found a reasonable sized piece of timber and painted it cream. I needed something catchy and memorable on there as opposed to just 'Free Range Eggs For Sale'. It didn't take me long to come up with the right diction.

I sat at the kitchen table yesterday evening with a large glass of red wine and painted the wording black and red. I was very happy with the end result and hammered the stake of the sign in with a mallet the following morning. I dragged a table to the end of the driveway and busily went about making it look very country.

I decided to put just four boxes of eggs out to see how it went. I didn't want all of them to be pinched so kept a load back just in case. I needn't have as everyone was very honest and I had a clear table by 4:30pm, with the right amount of money to match! Feeling very pleased with myself, I re-stocked the table in time for the potential evening trade and went to feed the chickens their corn and collect the new eggs of the day.

The Chick/s

The sun has seared down on us for the past two days of this Bank Holiday Weekend. It was supposed to be lashing with rain today but to our delight the sun sunk into every nook and cranny it could find and left me with a bit of a burnt back!

Today will be remembered by me though for the coming of Lavender's chick or chicks. I'm not sure how many exactly have hatched but I definitely had a glimpse of one for a split second around lunchtime. As she is firmly fixed to her spot and refusing to leave her brood, I offered her several spoon fulls of mixed corn which she wolfed down in seconds! She is a devoted Mother and will not move from her position, she knows she has little ones to look after now and that overrides everything, even food and water!

I have noticed though that she has lice and no doubt the chicks will have them too. I used to use Gold Label lice powder on them but have since been told that it has been discontinued. I shall have to look into some chick friendly remedies that will also work on Mummy.


UPDATE 26.05.09 ...
I am very happy to say that Lavender has two beautiful little chicks! very cheeky and very chirpy, they are just wonderful. She still remains sitting on three unhatched eggs, one Orpington egg and two Dorking eggs. They are now three days overdue so I don't think they will come to anything. I shall remove them in the morning if they haven't hatched.

For now Mother and babies are doing fabulously!


UPDATE 27.05.09 ...
Not a happy report I'm afraid. I have just been in to see Lavender and the chicks and have found that she has crushed them to death during the night. It is so upsetting as they were doing so well and were so healthy. The other eggs are still unhatched so I have taken them away now. It has really upset me I have to say as this is the second pair of chicks I have had to bury.

I left the chicks with her once they had hatched as there were no other chickens around her to cause problems. Unfortunately once again I have learnt the hard way and next time will remove any hatched chicks immediately to insure they have a better chance of survival.

Piggy Summer Camp ...Bog Style!!!

As we take the turning from late Spring to early Summer, the time for the piggies to go to their Summer residence has now arrived. Here on the farm they have masses of room to graze and rootle about but nowhere to wallow in cool, sludgey, muddy shade away from the sun's glare. Only this morning I caught one of the girls attempting to have a dip in the water trough. She had managed to get both front trotters in and fought to squeeze the rest of herself in, but to no avail.

The plan has been for a while that the girls would head down to the bog land in Charlie and Harry's care for the summer months and as the weather has now become really quite warm, that time has now come.

The bog is an amazing place, a tranquil haven hidden away by the river. All you can hear is the tweeting of birds and the occasional startling screech of a pheasant. Charlie and Harry live here very simply alongside nature. You immediatley feel calm at the bog and it really is a place to stop and smell the flowers. It is mainly woodland opening out into a large grassy area leading down to the river where the crayfish nets bob about on the riverbed waiting for the next hungry signal crayfish.The grassy area consists of a fine vegetable patch and a newly erected area for the pigs to dwell in. It really is the perfect site for them and the boys have been working hard all weekend, even creating a maze through the snail infested nettles for interest. The area also includes a stream in which they can wallow and drink. Now that the area has been secured by the electric fencing all we need now are the pigs.


The two new Mangalitza's were also meant to turn up this morning but we haven't heard anything as yet. We are expecting a blond one and another black and white swallow bellied female. The plan is now to take the two new girls on and then borrow a boar for six weeks or so too come along and do his job, so the piggyness may continue!

Charlie had managed to borrow a horse trailer from one of the locals in the village in order to shift the girls safely from A to B. We had had daydreams about walking them from the farm down to the bog (a 10 minute walk or so) but we know that we have to pass a few houses with rather large dogs and knowing that the girls have a dislike of such creatures, we decided against the idea. We didn't want total chaos on the country lanes!

We did have some fun and games trying to get them from their pen into the trailer so we had to give them a break for half an hour, or so, to let them calm down. I tidied the kitchen whilst Charlie went to check on them for second time and before I knew it he'd announced that he'd got them all in the trailer and was heading out of the driveway down to the bog. I jumped in my car with all the other pig related bits and pieces, food, solar panel & battery for the electric fencng, and followed Charlie.

It was a breeze getting them out of the trailer into the new pen. They trotted about quite happily exploring the newness and loved the crunchy snaily treats that were hidden like miniture eggs on an Easter egg hunt.

Feeling pleased with our morning's work we headed back up to the bogshack and cracked open a lovely bottle of wine whilst Harry fired up the pizza oven. The bog shack boys have recently built this fabulous clay pizza oven from clay out of their stretch of river. I had seen Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall do something similar on River Cottage a few weeks back and was most impressed.

Delicious pizza after pizza came out of the oven having only been in there for around 35 to 40 seconds! Seriously, after eating a real handmade pizza like this, you would never touch a fast food version from a well known chain again! the difference is just staggering.

Charlie and I checked the crayfish traps for an interesting pizza topping. I hadn't realised how big the signal crayfish were. It was the size of a teenage lobster, and on the pizza it was just divine.

The afternoon was a beautifully drifty one and to top it off, my little girl crawled for the first time! What a perfect end to a perfect day!

"Lavender's Brood ...dilly dilly ..."

Lavender, my beautiful blue/grey Cochin hen, has been broody since 9th April, when I promptly stuck a selection of eggs underneath her along with one of her own. Four Dorking eggs and two Buff Orpington eggs have remained and should hatch any time now.

As I was so desperately unsure of what I was doing the first time round when I had chicks, I am determined to make it work this time round and make sure that all the little chicks survive. I went up to our local country store yesterday and purchased a maternity ward for Lavender so as to separate her from the others. It's just a basic run about a couple of feet long and one foot wide and an enclosed bedroom area where she can be private and sit on her eggs.

She took to it very well and the transfer was a lot easier than expected from the main hutch into her new quarters. She was a little confused at first and pecked at the wire to the run area for a bit. I calmed her down by placing my jacket over the run and she went inside to discover her eggs. There was minimal pecking on the wooden sides and then silence. I opened the door to the hutch five minutes later and she was all spread out over her eggs as normal ...smashing!!!

I was worried that I was really going to stress out a pregnant Mother to be, which from my own experience is not a wise thing to do! but, It all went swimmingly in the end and she seems right at home now.

Cockadoodle...urk!!!

Bubs and I took our places either side of the stable door to let the Dorking hen's and their Cockerel out as we do every morning. I always open the top door first so that they can fly up and sit on the door to view the cobbled courtyard and decide exactly where they would like to place themselves. Each hen gets a round of applause from the pair of us as they take flight and land, a very good way of teaching clapping in it's true context!

We played out our normal scenario and watched as all three hens flew up and then down. We stood and waited for Maestro to make his grand appearance but it never came. I peaked over the top of the door to find an empty stable and no Maestro at all.

Confused, I looked around the stable yard and then saw the feathers. The trail led off through the large iron gates, across the driveway and up the bank towards the road. I followed the feathery path and it disintegrated into leafy woodland with no further evidence of Maestro at all.

I returned to the stable yard to find Burt looking rather pleased with himself. He had already filled Maestro's shoes and was frantically clucking to the girls over the old lettuce I had scattered about for them. It's a trait, I've noticed, that all Cockerel's have. They will inform their ladies of any food or tasty bugs they've found and will wait for them to tuck in before they finish the leftovers.

Burt was the next one in line for the pot but due to Maestro's demise, he has now secured his place at the farm. Looks like the best cockerel won!

"Come on Girls ... Chop Chop!!!"

Sunday saw the first real taste of Summer for me. We had a beautiful eggy breakfast thanks to our very considerate hens which, gave us the oomph to attempt the first pig walk.

The bog boys came up and joined us for breakfast where we sat and discussed tactics to control excited and skittish piggies. We delayed their morning feed to give ourselves every chance of them sticking close to us and decided on a triangular formation so as to keep tabs on the slackers at the back!

The route around the farm was about half a mile and all went fairly well. At one point they got a little bold and decided to head off as a herd on their own but were smartly brought back to heal with a frantic shake of the pig nut bucket!

They like to nibble at your heals as you walk along and when they cross your path its like walking into a wall! they are so muscly and stand strong.

We have decided to make it a weekly event so they stay nice and trim and don't get all chubby. Mangalitza's have a tendency to put on a lot of fat if their diet is not controlled so we are very care full about what they are given. They don't get given all the scraps from the kitchen and just have a jolly good rootle about every day after their pig nut feed every morning, to find nice grubs, snails and worms. With the exception of a hot cross bun each on Easter Sunday, they have to find their own food which is plentiful if you have a good root about!

Easter Eggs

As April trickles on, the chickens are churning out eggs at an alarming rate! It's such a treat to always be fully stocked these days instead of begrudgingly having to pick up half a dozen from the local shop.

The newly recruited Dorking hens are very much settled in with their Cockerell Maestro.

I hadn't intended to name him as he is bound for the pot, but young Josh thought it suited him and so, it has stuck.

The eggs from these hens should be white but for some unknown reason, one of them produces a bluey-greeny colour which is lovely but it does imply a cross in the breed somewhere and not a pure bloodline as originally thought. I guess we shall find out exactly what lurkes in the breed when we get a few chicks!

Home to roast ... I mean roost!!!

Finally after a couple of days of false starts, the Mangalitsa piggies arrived this morning. They were delivered straight into their pen by Ashley, our supplier, after he'd managed to reverse his pig trailer up into the old hay barn.

The extraordinary looking creatures were ushered out of the trailer quite smartly and into their new pen to explore their new home. Timid at first but came round quite quickly once they'd got their bearings. Hilarious to watch, they charged around the grassland, weaving in and out of the large overgrown clumps of weeds. I'm sure they'll make light work of that lot in a very short space of time! they really are captivating to watch, not only because they are the most unusual looking pigs, but because of the way they are around one another in a herd. At first glance they look like scatty dogs racing about, its only when you get up closer that you realise they sport snouts!

We switched on the newly erected electric fence and set about sorting out some pig nuts for them to make them feel right at home. After watching them for ages we went inside for a cup of tea feeling really good about the new arrivals. I suppose we really are a smallholding now ...and I have to say it feels great!

The piggies seem to be settling in quite well although they are a little disturbed by the large Chinook helicopters that insist on flying so low over the farm. I hate the damn things, the whole house shakes and they constantly wake up my little girl when I put her down for her afternoon nap. I'm sure they'll get used to them as time goes on.

I am very proud of myself for not becoming emotionally attached to them and for not naming them ...a fatal mistake!!! Besides it would be impossible to give them individual names as you really can't tell them apart at all. I have stood and watched them for ages trying to pick out distinguishing features but there just aren't any, they are identical.

We are now thinking of buying a couple more sows so that we can breed them next year. It would be such a shame to get such a fantastic breed and then let them all go to slaughter without thinking of our Pork stocks for the future.

So there we are, four very happy piggies and four very happy piggy owners!

A Clean Slate!

This is my first post for seven months. Since my last blog many things have happened, as they do in life, and the time to sit and write has passed me by. I gave birth to my first beautiful baby in July of last year and have been a little tied up ever since. Now that her little personality is shining through and she is happy to play and amuse herself for 5 minutes, I am now able to take hold of my passion for growing the food for my family once more.

The second half of 2008 was eventful to say the least. Sadly, my beloved tabby Poodle cat, Pupsy, just became too ill in October of last year and had to be put to sleep. I miss her desperately and even now, keep thinking that I see her out of the corner of my eye. She was a real friend and companion and I shall miss her forever.

My Grandma also very sadly passed away late last year which has devastated our family. She loved the farm and really enjoyed her time here when she came to stay and said that the place reminded her of her home in Scotland and made her feel young again. It was always so nice to see her hang her walking stick up for the week once she arrived. She never used it here, just never felt the need for it! She was a very special lady who will always be loved and never forgotten.

2009 will see more of a small holding feel to the Pottingshed rather than just the nurture and harvest of vegetables. As we have so much space to utilise we have decided to take the bull by the horns (or should I say 'the pig by the tail') and introduce some further livestock into the equation.

We are teaming up with some close friends of ours, the bogshack boys, to rear our own Pork. For the last few weeks we have been researching the best kind of pigs for Parma Ham, beautiful sausages and every cut of the meat you can think of. We are decided on four Mangalitsa Swallow bellied pigs.

The Arks were very skillfully made for them today and the open barn cleared of old horse manure and straw from days of old. The Mangalitsa's should be arriving in just over a week and we are very excited to be able to introduce them to the farm and their new home for the next seven months.

In order to keep pigs on your land, you need to obtain a 'holding number' called a County Parish Holding number. The DEFRA website has all the information you need in regard to this but it is vital you have this BEFORE pigs come on to your land. It doesn't cost anything and can be set up and arranged in a phone call with your number arriving approx. a week later by post.

This will be a totally new adventure for me and also a challenge to see whether I can do it, or not, emotionally speaking. I have been trying my best to embrace all aspects of the self-sufficient lifestyle and plucked and gutted my first chicken last week. It wasn't a pleasant experience I have to say and it took half a bottle of brandy for me to do it, but I got there in the end and the roast we had on Sunday was just wonderful! I didn't kill the chicken though. I made a deal with my other half that if he did the deed then I would do the plucking and gutting. His end of the deal didn't go to well but he got there eventually, though felt terrible afterwards. We need to find and easier, quicker way.

I did some research into the best possible breed for meat purposes and decided on some Dorking hens after some good advice from a fellow self sufficient friend of mine. I bought 3 hens and a Cockerel and was also offered the choice of either Maran or Buff Orpington Cockerel's 'free to a good home', for eating. Having spent a great deal of time with Buff Orpingtons (please see my previous blog in 2008) there was no way I could take one for food as they really are the most friendly creatures ever. The Maran's on the other hand are slightly awkward but a great size for eventual eating. I chose two black Cockerel's and convinced myself they looked like Basil (the Cochin Cockerell that attacked me last year and got roasted)!!!

After getting them all back home on the farm and in their respective stables, I noticed that one of the Maran's had a bit of a limp. We decided to 'do him' sooner rather than later, rather than letting him live on with unnecessary pain. I had never plucked and gutted a bird before and didn't realise how difficult and time consuming it would be. Before I donned my marigolds and slugged back my brandy I tried to find some informative stuff on U-Tube to assist me in my mission. Disappointingly, I found a couple of videos of a 'chicken plucker machine' which looked very like an over-sized salad spinner with elastic bands on the inside. Sure enough it worked very quickly but I wasn't fortunate enough to have one of those. I gave up and just decided to go at it with the best of British attitude. String the blighter up and let's go!!!
I couldn't believe how hard it was to pull the feathers out, you really have to rip them with the whole downward force of your arm.

The gutting was the worst bit. The insides were still warm and I couldn't look at what I was pulling out into the bin. I rinsed the cavity of the bird under the tap as I was doing it so that it wouldn't be quite so horrific. And there he was in the end, plucked, gutted, done!

So onward into 2009. The veggie patch's have been planned for the year and seeds and sets have been purchased and are at the ready.

Patch 1 is nearly dug over and just needs compost added, whereas patch 2 is in a little more need. Most of the potatoes I planted last year are still rotting in the ground as we were just too busy to dig them up so a little more work is needed there.

The greenhouse has only just been cleared of the old tomato plants and is being spruced up and cleaned for the new ones for this year. The weeds need to be treated but other than that it's not in such bad shape. I'm hoping I won't have the same battle with the snails in there like last year, I'm still finding the odd one that managed to sneak past me!

This year is going to be exciting so please stay tuned ...

Easy Peasy!

Today saw the first harvest of the pea variety I have grown this year, Feltham First Earlies. Since planting them back in March, I have had the pleasure of watching them flourish and produce abundant amounts of pods hanging over every square inch of pea foliage. The weight of the pods has really dragged some of the plants down their canes where they currently rest on the floor for the snails and slugs to have a go at ...a little job to do this weekend I think!

I picked peas for a good hour and a half and filled one side of the double sink in the kitchen. It felt like forever as I shelled them all afternoon and it really surprised me how many maggots had managed to force their way into the pods and set up home. A nice evening treat for the chickens, not just peas but little wriggly things too!

After the shelling, came the blanching, where the peas were plunged into boiling water for a minute and a half before being left to cool. We now have a winter supply of lovely peas in the freezer to keep us going until next year. Quite good really when all I spent was 1.59 for a packet of pea seeds, it really does make sense!

I Mite have known !!!

This was a draft blog I wrote in September of last year but never got around to publishing. I have purposefully waited for the relevant month to come round in which to post it as all chicken enthusiasts will have been affected by this at some point …or will be!!!

The last few days have been a living nightmare for myself and the chickens but, much worse for the chickens! I noticed mid last week that the chickens combs and lobes were looking very pale and they weren't their normal selves and smelt more well... like bits of chicken than real living ones! I assumed that as the temperature had dropped recently that they were beginning to go into moult as the paleness was evident on their combs.

On Friday morning things had gone a stage further and my favourite little chicken Betty was not herself at all. It took forever for her to come out of the hutch and then she just stood there in the morning sunshine with her eyes closed looking really unwell. I decided to separate her from the other chickens and put her in her own little cage in the laundry where I could keep an eye on her. She normally makes little warbling noises but she could only muster the odd sigh and just looked all floppy and unwell. I went back to the pen to check on the others and thought I should just check inside the hutch. To my horror I was faced with a really bad infestation of 'Red Mite'. The inside of the hutch was just moving with these tiny little mites, some brown but most red where they had obviously fed overnight! No wonder the girls looked so pale, they had literally been blood sucked all night. I grabbed the rest of the crew and put them in a stable until I would be back at lunchtime and could deal with the situation.

I had to go to work as we had some urgent Board papers to get out in the morning but decided to take a half day and try to tackle the problem in the afternoon. The other chooks seemed okay and it was the best thing for Betty to rest so I went off to work and left them to it. I managed to grab five minutes in the morning to ring my fabulous chicken man after some advice. He told me to check the hutch and pen thoroughly for 'red mite' which are rampant at this time of year and also in late June/early July. He gave me some invaluable advice and warned me of the many anti-red mite products on the market that were totally ineffective. The best way to deal with the little critters is to use creosote in a spray gun, like the kind you would use as a fine mist spray for house plants. I left work at midday and went straight to pick up 5 litres of creosote from Scats (the creosote substitute works fine, good job too as it’s quite hard to get hold of the real thing these days) and a spray gun.

I covered my mouth with a dust mask and rubber gloved up went to battle with the enemy. It really was a disturbing sight to see how they had taken hold of the whole hutch. My chicken man had told me how to check for them as they are quite good at hiding during daylight hours, being nocturnal. If you grab a pencil and just tap gently on the wood on the inside of the hutch you should see them scuttle out. Sure enough I tried this out and to my amazement they all started scuttling about all over the place! I took the side panel off the hutch and was disgusted to see mounds of these little critters all falling over each other in the same way that maggots do in a fishing tackle box. I cleared the hutch of all shavings and bedding and then began disassembling the hutch piece by piece in order to treat it. The whole process took a good 2 hours or so and I really gave the hutch a good drenching with the creosote. There wasn't a pea-sized area left that hadn't been treated and I was so glad the sun was out helping to dry out the sodden hutch. I left the chooks in the stable that night which would probably be there first restful night’s sleep in a long while, away from the blood thirsty parasites.

The next morning I got up early in order to give the hutch a second treatment for good measure. The whole ordeal had shocked me so much that I wasn't going to give these little creatures any kind of chance. Before the second treatment I had to clear away the corpses from the day before. Dust pans full of these things ...really enough to make you throw up, just nasty!
Another tell-tale sign to red-mite is

the grey dusty powder they leave behind which I believe is the shedding of their old skins and I found plenty of this underneath the main walkway in the hutch. So the hutch was treated for a second time and left to dry in the afternoon and for the bet part of Sunday. Although the fumes were still fairly strong from the creosote later on Sunday, my chicken man had assured me that the chooks would be fine to go back in and get settled back into the hutch. I dressed the hutch as normal in lovely fresh shavings and shredded paper for the nesting boxes and let them find their way back in. I was so glad the ordeal was over.

So, my advice to you is look out for this horrible parasite. All chickens will get it sooner or later and if you keep them in a wooden hutch or shed then this is where the mite will thrive!!! Treat all wood exposed to the chickens (inside and out) with creosote towards the end of June/beginning of July and again if you have any suspicions of a recurrence, in September time.

...Not again!!!

In the wake of Basil and a very apparent re-structuring of the hen pen, some important news fell by the way-side.

Having just returned from a week out of the Potting Shed in our favourite place in Cornwall, a sinking feeling descended on me as I went to say hello to the chickens when we got home. As I strode towards the run I realised that Minnie was in fact Malcolm. It was so obvious to me now having been away from my normal surroundings for a week.

On the run up to the holiday I had been keeping an eye on her as she had been so sick with the Coccidiosis when we nearly lost her. In just 1 week she had doubled in weight and those tell-tale long cockerel feathers were draping themselves like ivy around her neck. "Not again" I thought, surely I can't be stung in the same way twice, and what on earth do I do now? Minnie and Dora are an inseparable pair and Minnie's temperament is so gentle.

Knowing that attempting to keep two cockerels in such close proximity was out of the question (I've been told they'll fight to the death) I knew I was going to have to make a decision in the very near future.

Fortunately, Basil helped me make that decision yesterday. He had been attacking Little Jen, my good friend from the Dales, when she was here last week looking after the farm in our absence. She couldn't get near them to change them out as he would rush up behind and fly at her. My Mother was also terrified of Basil and I have been intimidated by him for a long time but would never show it to him. There is no way I can have behaviour from an animal like that with Children around, so, the decision was made and acted upon.

I know it sounds like I'm trying to justify the whole episode to myself, which I probably am, and the reason for this is believing that all life is sacred and should be nurtured. Basil was a stunning creature, a really beautiful specimen and a total testimony to his breed ...in looks anyway, and boy did he know it! His attitude stank though!

So now Minnie is Malcolm, although I am not keen on the name so have decided to rename him Charlie, Charlie the Chicken, it really does suit him. He has some big shoes to fill now and quite a role to take on. Just a few weeks ago when he was so ill the other hens would just beat him up and wanted him gone. Not Dora though, Dora was always his friend and there for him. Now, he has gone from the very bottom of the pecking order and is now required to sit on the throne as top dog in the hen house with his pick of the ladies!!! He must think he's died and gone to heaven!

During the afternoon I went and sat with the chickens for a while and just pondered on what had been and what will be. Charlie came over and jumped up on the log next to me and then walked on to my lap and sat down for a bit. It made me feel so much better about what had happened. I just pray to god that he remains so well natured

He has started to do the strutty sideways stamping that cockerel's do when they are about to 'tread the girls' ...a very English way of putting it! He has also started to find his voice now which is more of a yodel than a cock-a-doodle, but I'm sure it'll be perfected in time.

To make the unexpected event of Basil's demise a little more proper, we decided that it would be the best thing to eat him! There was no point in wasting a perfectly good chicken, so, he was promptly plucked, de-gibleted and blasted with a blow torch to rid of the remaining stuborn feathers. I was very surprised to see him featherless, not in a bad way, but there was just nothng to him. he was all mouth and no trousers, feathers and no substance. His skin was like buffalo hide and incredibly tough. I knew by looking at him in this state that he wasn't a breed for meat, but covered him in butter and slammed him in the oven non the less!

I had invited Charlie (Basil's executioner) and his brother Harry over for dinner to share in the eating of Basil. Realising the bird was such a skinny specimen I had to think quickly and pad the meal out with some sausages and stuffing. I couldn't have my guests walking away hungry!

So the meal was a success. Everyone had a little bit of Basil and rounded him off nicely with a nice Farmhouse Apple Crumble & Custard.

That'll stop him whistling in Church!

Today is a landmark for the hen pen and the farm.

Since Babb’s turned into Basil over 2 years ago, the relationship between man and beast has been a temperamental one. You can never turn your back on Basil for a moment as he will plant his beak into your leg and has on several occasions drawn blood on me. I always justified his existence to myself in thinking that when we eventually get our meat birds set up on the farm, he would have the job of keeping the whole thing going and making sure that we continue to have fertilised eggs to hatch out.

Being heavily pregnant now, my protective maternal side kicked in this morning and I had to make a decision. I visited the hen pen with a bowl of bread ends and some salad as I normally do, as I approached the pen I could see Basil chasing Constance all over the place with a real attitude on his wings. I went to open the door to the pen and he immediately started lunging for me which made me raise my voice. Baby started kicking and I was annoyed that I'd shouted.

As Lavender and Betty are both broody at the moment I turfed them out of the hutch for something to eat and noticed on doing so that a screw had become loose on the flap to the nest boxes. I fetched a replacement screw and set about repairing the flap when Basil charged up behind me and tried to launch himself beak first at my legs. My quick movement sent me flying into the hen house and I was just trying to protect my bump. I picked up a piece of timber that I keep in the pen to keep Basil at bay, and shunted him to the side of the run and shouted at him again, but he was still in the mood for a fight so I knew I had to show my dominance over him. I squashed him to the ground by the back of the neck (not an easy job with Bail as he can spin around so fast and lock his beak into your arm) and shouted at him to stop. His comb went beetroot coloured with anger and you could see that he was outraged. He struggled to get free so I squashed him harder into the floor until he stopped squirming and realised I wasn't going to back down. As I had been shouting, baby was kicking furiously, obviously wondering what on earth was happening.

I let Basil free and for a little while he just stayed there not daring to move, then got up and clucked a bit and strutted off in the direction of the other hens. The whole ordeal left me feeling very emotional and upset, so I wiped the tears out of my eyes and left the hen pen for a breather. I just wanted to talk to my betrothed for some support so decided to give him a call. He arrived back home 5 minutes later with Charlie, a very good friend of ours, donning a pair of thick workman’s gloves. It was time, Basil had to go.

I went and stood in the kitchen next to the washing machine on full spin so to drown out any sound. I didn't think that would be enough so decided to call Mum as well and have someone to talk to as I knew the deed was being done. It’s a very hard decision to have to make when you've reared a bird from a 13 week old fluffy thing, nursed them through illness and made sure they have everything they need. I knew though that I would never be able to send my little girl into the hen pen on her own to collect eggs from the chickens, god knows what Basil would do. Chickens should be a happy fun thing, not something to be feared.

Eventually I heard the back door slam and voices from beyond the door. The deed was done and Basil is no more.

Coccidiosis (Cock-syd-eeo-sis)

Over these past 3 or 4 days of beautiful weather it seems that Minnie (one of the new recruits in the hen pen) is not quite herself. I have been keeping a close eye on behaviour in the coop as it’s been so warm. There has been open beaked panting from all and much hiding in the shade from the unforgiving rays of sun. Minnie however has been very slow. Her usual chicken jerky head movements have been replaced by a slower dizzy-like movement, not unstable on her feet but, just not quite right. She has also been totally off her food and hasn't touched a morsel for quite a few days.

Since having the Chickens I have collected a fair few books and so decided to do some research as to what might be troubling her. After reading through most chicken diseases and illnesses, I came to the conclusion that it may be Coccidiosis, a single celled organism that lives in the intestine of a chicken but can really knock young birds around, sometimes fatally. She was showing most of the symptoms, excluding paralysis, so my hunch went with this one.

When I let them out this morning I checked her breast meat and weight. She was so light that I knew it was time to call the vet. There aren't many vets that specialise in chickens but very luckily we have one not too far from us and she is a fabulous lady who really knows her stuff. She sorted Basil the cockerel out earlier on in the year when he had a problem with his leg.

I managed to get an emergency morning appointment and promptly put Minnie in the cat basket and whizzed her off to the Doc. She confirmed my diagnosis in just a couple of minutes and decided to keep her in to start treatment. Although she was slow she was still very strong and active, trying to get airborne on a couple of occasions during the consultation. The vet assured me that she would be fine and that we had caught the complaint at a good stage. She would need to stay in overnight but could return back to the pen tomorrow.

There is now a woodchip floor in the coop as the birds were getting so brown and muddy when it rained. The coccidiae eggs hide away in such flooring and instead of disinfecting, the vet has suggested that I thoroughly rake over the coop thus exposing the eggs to the heat of the sun and killing them off.

As I have never kept chickens up until now, every day is a learning curve so every illness or problem that arrises arms me better for future care. The whole idea on keeping this blog is to help others who are just starting out as I did. If I can help just one person then my plan has succeeded!!!

"Coccidiosis is a complaint that arises when a chicken is infected with Coccidiae, tiny single-cell organisms (protozoans) seriously affecting the chickens intestines. Coccidiosis usually raises its ugly head during hot weather, often with fatal results for young birds. Also, damp bad hygiene and too little ventilation can stimulate an outbreak. The disease has many different symptoms that may occur alongside each other, but sometimes there are not many symptoms or none at all.

Symptoms include:
Chickens sitting hunched up with ruffled feathers
Becoming emaciated
A decline in laying
Yawning
Paralysis

If you suspect one of your birds to be infected, you should have its droppings analysed to see if the bacteria is present. A vet can provide you with various preparations to control the disease".
The Complete Encyclopedia of Chickens
Esther VerhoeffAAd Rijis- 2003

Scorched!!!

I was totally devastated when I went into the greenhouse yesterday evening to water the various seedlings. It really had been a beautiful day but the sun had taken its toll on the new life sprouting under the glass and burnt & withered a great deal of my hard work in a matter of hours.
Some of the glass remains free of whitewash as I just hadn't got round to doing it, and those seedlings that weren't protected by the dulled out windows didn't stand a chance in the glare for so long. That will certainly teach me in the future, don't put things off!!!

The casualties were as follows:
Lobelia - Mixed variety
Sweet corns - over half have died
Courgettes - Totally brown and dead
Money Maker Tomato plants - these took a real battering and I'm hoping they pull through although it doesn't look good!
Calebrese (broccoli) - Totally dead
Lupins - Totally dead

It is very disheartening to find your hard work completely ruined. As I had been having such a snail problem in the greenhouse I had kept some propagator lids on things to stop them from being munched ...I may as well have put them in the oven at 200 degrees!
I put my self to bed early feeling very sorry for myself and just wanting the day to end. I shall get home from work today and start new batches of everything I lost; they will just appear a few weeks later in the year than planned. All is not lost!

Main Crop Planting Begins

Sunday saw the main hub of our vegetables for 2008 enter their newly rotavated patch. I had some help for the day from my better half as there was so much to do. Before the planting began, I popped into the greenhouse to see how things were coming along. I found a new colony of snails that had taken a liking to my little Magnolia which is currently struggling to keep it's leaves! The Tomato plants had also taken a bit of a hammering along with the Morning Glory seeds I planted a couple of weeks ago. I found single seedling stems just left while all their leafy greenery had just been chomped into oblivion! ...I wasn't happy.

I am not one for killing any form of life, much to the ranting of my loved one "they're taking food out of our mouth's honey, for god sake put some slug pelletts down and be done with it!!!". I have been collecting garden sieve fulls of the little blighters from inside the greenhouse of late, being the most humane way, to my mind, but I'm sure they're finding they're way back across the garden to the warmth of the glass house once more. I have filled all possible ways in now with a special expanding foam ...at least I think I have found them all!

The first in the new patch were the potatoes. We are sure to have a plentiful supply this year with both varieties now in situe.

The Carrots were the next in, of the old fashioned purple kind and a mixed variety of organic white, yellow and traditional orange.

The Beetroot seeds I had were out of date so I went for a Crimson Globe version from Thompson and Morgan. I spaced them in the hope that they wouldn't need thinning later on but we shall see how they develop. Although the patch looks huge, my eyes were bigger than my tummy and I have sown many more seedlings than we have room for.

We will only be able to house 24 Cauliflower but have 46 growing happily away in the greenhouse! They need a few more weeks in the warm to establish themselves properly in order to stand up to the elements in the patch. The leeks are also doing well but are not quite big enough yet either, so I have left large gaps for things to go in at a later date.

I have no room in the patches this year for Butternut Squash, Pumpkin or Marrow, so I shall go for a walk around the farm with some seeds and scatter them here and there and see what happens. It makes for an interesting walk anyway!

I will also have to find another spot for my lettuces and the special little polytunnels that I found in Lidl. I would like to sport them somewhere in the garden but I shall have to put my thinking cap on for that one.
The Chickens helped to rake out the patch before the planting began. Dora and Minnie are right at home now on the farm, although a little skittish! Gary and Basil ended up having a face-off with both parties refusing to back down. I said to Gary to just walk away to which he was most annoyed! "I will never back down to a Chicken honey, you should know me better than that!". It all went quiet so I carried on pulling bits of tree root from the soil only to glance round and find him flicking soil over Basil with a garden rake! I had to separate them in the end and put one of them in the chicken pen!

It was the first really beautiful day of sunshine this year and we stopped for a lovely sandwich and beer lunch, sat on the log by the fishpond. The chickens found a liking for cheese as it dropped from our sandwiches into the grass and the odd grape seemed to go down well too.

Poodle came over for a bit and had a long drink out of the pond before settling down in a shady bit of grass next to the log. Her wheeziness is so much better in warmer weather and you wouldn't even know she had cat flu come mid-summer. She sounds like the bag pipes in the Winter but seems happy enough!

After the patch was filled to bursting point we retired to the greenhouse and drank Vodka and Orange juice whilst planting up a few more Courgette's, Lupin's, Foxglove's and Aubergine's. I became quite liberal with my sowing towards the end, convincing myself that we would find somewhere in the patch to plant everything! ...We now need another patch in retrospect with a clear head!

The Buff Orpingtons

I ran out of mixed corn for the chooks this Tuesday and headed up to my local country stores to pick up another sack. They had lots of lovely new livestock consisting of gorgeous bunnies, bantam fowl, white doves and BUFF ORPINGTONS!!!

I have been on a waiting list with my chicken man in Windsor (The garden Hen - please see link on the right handside) for nearly 2.5 years now for 2 Buff Orpingtons but haven't been too successfull. The two that he had put aside for me last year turned out to be chaps and I really can't house another cockerell as I know it would put Basil's beak out of joint!!!

I stood in front of the pen with these beautiful Jersey cow coloured creamy birds in front of me and instantly knew the two I would take should I decide to take the plunge. 'Sod it' I thought, I never make enough spontaneous decisions, so promptly asked if the two could be boxed up and popped in the back of my car. I was so excited I nearly forgot the mixed corn!

I got back to the farm and decided to put them in one of the stables before introducing them to Basil and the girls. Once they were settled in there I sat down with my Chicken encylopedia to read how best the introduction should be made and when. A night time encounter seemed to be the go once the other birds had gone to roost and felt all sleepy in the dark, that way they would have a peaceful night and wake the next morning to find they're new roomies there when they opened their beady eyes! I followed that advise to the letter and promptly stuffed Minnie and Dora into the hen house under the cover of darkness.

The next morning however the teething problems had set in. I was initially concerned about Basil the cockerell and how he would take to the change but in fact it was the other girls that I really needed to watch. Constance (the butt of most of the jokes to date) really started to put the beak in now that she was off the hook. I'm still having to keep a close eye on her as she really does go looking for trouble. Lavender is a close second in trying to cause agro and Betty has turned out to be a bit of a sheep and just follows her peers in their thuggish behaviour, although not quite as bad.

By Friday there were still problems in the coop so I took some further advice on spraying them with watered down vinegar so they all smelt the same. So far, this has really worked and I have really noticed a difference in behaviour since. I just wish I had done it on the first night, it may have saved a world of trouble!!!