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MJ's little flock

Rain is falling steadily at our house :celebrate it's wonderful!

All four chickens have taken cover in the little coop. Janet is downstairs, Peggy's on the ramp, and both Ivy and Mary are up in the roosting/nesting box. Very sensible arrangements.
Yes, the rain has started here too 😍 & the temperature is steadily falling. The girl & I brought wood in in case the lad wants a fire but @ present most of my house is laying fooring. I'm cooking dinner. 😁
 
Is Alice eating ok through her moult?
Hard to say really. She's foraging with her flock and seems to be eating the scratch I scatter every morning. I haven't seen her at the treadle feeder lately which is available all day but I have heard someone using it.

I read a lot of concern about chickens not laying. Don't people just not eat eggs when the hens are not laying?
I don't eat cherries or pomegranates for examples when they are not in season.
Eating seasonally produced products in the season is something I think people should start thinking about. I know we are used to getting out of season produce through imports and intensive growing conditions but maybe we should be reviewing the wisdom of this.

Habit I guess Shad. I love my quiches and other baked goods and sometimes I just get a hankering for scrambled eggs :confused: The rest of the family may also have trouble managing without eggs.:oops:
 
I love that. We have our routine here in memory of my grandparents.

Mrs BY Bob brings me coffee in the morning. It started as a joke because my grandfather would bellow at my grandmother, "Bea, bring me some coffee!".

I did not explain this ahead of time to Mrs BY Bob. The first time I took her to meet my grandparents and my grandfather, Harry, bellowed for his coffee, my wife told him "Get up and get your own".

The room went dead silent and my grandmother quickly scuttled to get him some.

Mrs BY Bob did not like that. He could at least ask nicely.

Fast forward a few weeks later on an early Saturday morning. I've woken up but I'm struggling to leave the bed. In walks Mrs BY Bob with a cup of coffee for me, so sweet. I take a sip and being the funny guy that I am I say. "Thanks Bea".

She had already started to leave the room and stopped in her tracks. I immediately begin to regret saying that. I'm worried that she is going to smack the coffee out of my hand.

She slowly turned.

"If you ever"...... and then she started giggling.

This turned into her bringing me coffee on Saturday mornings saying " Here you go Harry" and I would respond, "Thanks Bea".

Over the years it has turned into her bringing me coffee whenever she beats me up in the morning. Always a "Here you go Harry" "Thanks Bea".

My grandparents passed well over 25 years ago but they are still remembered with morning coffee.

That's a lovely tradition Bob, but I'm wondering. Does Mrs ByBob often beat you up in the mornings? I can just picture it.

Mrs ByBob: "Good morning darling. It's time for your morning beating!" :smackFollowed by a nice cup of coffee.

:lau
 
When I took this photo this morning there was too much reflection on my phone screen and I couldn't really see how it turned out.

It was a bit of a shock seeing it my big computer screen. Those glowing eyes! I think Alice is possessed! 👿🤣
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I am still managing to get some chicken time most days. If nothing else I always sit with them for dinner & spend 20 minutes or so with them @ roosting usually. This means I am out of the house @ least & with someones who enjoy my company. :D
We enjoy your company Ribh and while It's never a good idea to speak for others I feel absolutely safe on this one.
Yeah, I know, we aren't as interesting as chickens and the view isn't all that clever. Perhaps we could get one of your landscape pictures on the site front page instead of those ghastly coops.:D
 
I love that. We have our routine here in memory of my grandparents.

Mrs BY Bob brings me coffee in the morning. It started as a joke because my grandfather would bellow at my grandmother, "Bea, bring me some coffee!".

I did not explain this ahead of time to Mrs BY Bob. The first time I took her to meet my grandparents and my grandfather, Harry, bellowed for his coffee, my wife told him "Get up and get your own".

The room went dead silent and my grandmother quickly scuttled to get him some.

Mrs BY Bob did not like that. He could at least ask nicely.

Fast forward a few weeks later on an early Saturday morning. I've woken up but I'm struggling to leave the bed. In walks Mrs BY Bob with a cup of coffee for me, so sweet. I take a sip and being the funny guy that I am I say. "Thanks Bea".

She had already started to leave the room and stopped in her tracks. I immediately begin to regret saying that. I'm worried that she is going to smack the coffee out of my hand.

She slowly turned.

"If you ever"...... and then she started giggling.

This turned into her bringing me coffee on Saturday mornings saying " Here you go Harry" and I would respond, "Thanks Bea".

Over the years it has turned into her bringing me coffee whenever she beats me up in the morning. Always a "Here you go Harry" "Thanks Bea".

My grandparents passed well over 25 years ago but they are still remembered with morning coffee.
Great story Bob.
 
Hard to say really. She's foraging with her flock and seems to be eating the scratch I scatter every morning. I haven't seen her at the treadle feeder lately which is available all day but I have heard someone using it.



Habit I guess Shad. I love my quiches and other baked goods and sometimes I just get a hankering for scrambled eggs :confused: The rest of the family may also have trouble managing without eggs.:oops:
I don't think I eat many eggs compared to others then. Not being a baker, or pastry maker and only eating on average half a dozen eggs a week, although I have increased that slightly recently, I doubt I would miss them if the hens all went on strike.
 

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