The bed tipping over sounds scary. One of my mother's friends in Moe said that all of the wine fell off the rack in the Moe pub. That was all, though...
I don't think Sturt Road's anywhere near Upper Sturt. I could be wrong, though, but I've never heard of it. Maybe you're thinking of either Upper Sturt Road or Sturt Valley Road?
Actually, I have a funny story about Sydney in Canada. You see, a couple of years ago we'd all traipsed over to Sydney (NSW) for my cousin's wedding (twice in the space of three months - my two oldest cousins). One time, we spent our last day over there at my uncle's (not the bride's father, her uncle too) flat in Parramatta. We weren't sure how to get from their flat to the Sydney airport, so just before we left, we used Google maps to find out how to get from Parramatta to Sydney Airport. Simple, right? You'd think that Google maps would realise that because we were in Parramatta, Sydney, Australia, we wanted to go to Sydney Airport, New South Wales, Australia? Yes? No. Instead, it assumed we wanted to go to Sydney Airport, Nova Scotia. To that end, we were to kayak across the Pacific Ocean.
Now you've heard a little anecdote, I'll tell you about my massively busy (poultry-wise) day. It started very very very bad this morning. You can read about it here http://www.backyardchickens.com/t/681718/fox-attack-and-obituary. I lost three birds to an overnight fox attack, the first such attack we've had in over a year, in a supposedly secure coop. It was quite greusome and very sad, and it was shaping up quite quickly to be a horrible, no good, very bad day.
And then this evening, when I was double-checking and triple-checking that all my chickens really were secure, I discovered that my hens had left me a present in the nesting box. Could it be... No way! They'd actually laid something! I should throw a party! No, seriously, these birds haven't laid a single thing the entire time I've had them (in all fairness, three of them ARE only 14 weeks old, and maybe four others are only just 25 weeks. The others have no excuse). And now, I found two (somewhat small) eggs! It's a miracle!
Here's a picture, next to some eggs from my father's chooks. My two (on the left) I think are from the Anconas. Dad's are from an ISA Brown and a white Leghorn. The second from the left is just very dirty, not cream - the same colour as the egg furthest left. I wouldn't be surprised if they're from the same bird over two days.
I'm going to do an extra-thorough search for eggs in the bushes in the yard tomorrow morning. I've been looking intermittently for the past few weeks, just in case, but not seen anything - who knows? Maybe I'll find something!
from Rachel.
That sucks. We were told when we got the chooks that there might be foxes in the area, but for four years there hasn't been a sign of them. I suppose we are lucky.
