Boy, did we have some rain today. From early this morning it bucketed down. The big chicks did venture out but everything was blowing around the place and I expected them to take off at any moment. The three little newcomers, now brave when we visit them at their house inside a greenhouse, chirped away. Apart from taking photos of the damage the wind and Lola, Mega-chicken did to the veg before topping up the suet balls and wild bird seed in the feeders there was nothing to be done. So I spent some time catching up on tagging the posts to make it easier to choose from. Now it's almost ten pm the rain has ceased and tomorrow is back to work again. Sigh!
The broad beans that grew throughout the winter chills and now have been flowering up and looking good were snapped off in the wind. Mega chicken has taken the tops off the peas that weren't covered up and there's very little in the way of teeny carrot leaves so we've got some work to do if we want a decent amount of veg this summer.
The three chicks continue to whistle and the youngest, Mrs Bun, still has those baby blue eyes that the others have lost. She pecks any stray crumbs from Lunar's beak and I've been taking them a few grains of seed when I go in to visit them so they equate me with niceness rather than being scared of me. I speak gently to them and they continue to ignore me unless I move and scatter them in all directions. I so want that baby chick to be female, she's got such a pretty pattern on her wing.
The big hens are out in the garden and are still unhappy that they aren't let into the greenhouse to dust bathe but the little ones are still susceptible to diseases.
So, it's official, we've just experienced the wettest April since records began in 1910. Now we are going into May and I can hear rain hammering down onto the conservatory roof. Sunshine is forecast later today but right now I can't even go up to the shed to get the sanding sheets to do some DIY without getting totally drenched. Britain! No wonder it's known as the "green and pleasant land".
The broad beans that grew throughout the winter chills and now have been flowering up and looking good were snapped off in the wind. Mega chicken has taken the tops off the peas that weren't covered up and there's very little in the way of teeny carrot leaves so we've got some work to do if we want a decent amount of veg this summer.
Only the peas that are protected have survived. One greedy chicken and ten minutes to spare.
The broad beans are now the has-beans. Months in the growing, moments in the destruction.
The three chicks continue to whistle and the youngest, Mrs Bun, still has those baby blue eyes that the others have lost. She pecks any stray crumbs from Lunar's beak and I've been taking them a few grains of seed when I go in to visit them so they equate me with niceness rather than being scared of me. I speak gently to them and they continue to ignore me unless I move and scatter them in all directions. I so want that baby chick to be female, she's got such a pretty pattern on her wing.
The big hens are out in the garden and are still unhappy that they aren't let into the greenhouse to dust bathe but the little ones are still susceptible to diseases.
So, it's official, we've just experienced the wettest April since records began in 1910. Now we are going into May and I can hear rain hammering down onto the conservatory roof. Sunshine is forecast later today but right now I can't even go up to the shed to get the sanding sheets to do some DIY without getting totally drenched. Britain! No wonder it's known as the "green and pleasant land".
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