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Keeping Chickens In Winter – A Guide to Healthy, Happy, Hardy Hens
If you’re a regular reader of the blog (not sure if I have regulars, say hi if you’re one!) then you’ll know I talk about my chickens a lot. I make no apologies for it, my girls are fabulous and I adore them! They offer the best return on care given of any animal I’ve ever owned. However during the winter it’s nice to offer them a little extra TLC. I am by no means an expert, in fact I suffer from advanced Hen Hypochondria (self diagnosed, naturally), and regularly panic and assume they are on the verge of death or depression. This is advice I have gleaned from the…
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Autumn in the Kitchen Garden
What we’re growing on the veg patch through autumn and a surprising chance for sensory play.
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July in the Pottanger Garden
A roundup of what came out of the our vegetable patches in July.
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A Loss and An Arrival
This is a hard post for me to write. It was originally drafted a few weeks ago and titled ‘Life in the Coop’ and it was intended to document our first few months of life with our chickens. Sadly two weeks ago, one of our lovely chickens passed away. Betty was a beautiful, young Cuckoo Maran who joined us at the start of the year. When we got chickens I was totally unprepared for how attached I would become to them! I assumed that since they weren’t ‘pets’ who would live in my house and join me on the sofa when Fred was out I wouldn’t get to know them…
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Happy Birthday Holmes!
Happy Birthday to my first born son Holmes. Can a dog really be a girl's best friend? Absolutely!
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A Reminder
In which the loss of a gardener and the fading of an allotment reminded me that when a woman becomes a mother another self must pass.
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Here Come The Girls
Chick, chick chickeeeeeeeens! Oh how exciting! Our hens arrived last Friday and I am besotted already. To say ‘arrived’ is possibly an overstatement, it implies they jetted in from somewhere exotic with monogrammed luggage and an entourage, though when you see them its not hard to imagine that being the case. Introducing Joan and Zsa Zsa, two fine looking birds named after two fine looking broads (Collins and Gabor, keep up). In reality there was very little glamour save for that found in the fetishising of all things rural and inefficient, they arrived in an apple box. I picked them up from a man in the village who keeps…