Our introduction to keeping chickens, the high's, the lows and pics of our journey.

Yes on both counts Felix. Although, I don't think we will hatch anymore for a while. Maybe next year after our hens decline in laying, but for now we should have more than we can keep up with once the weather turns warm again.
Are you suggesting that there is such a thing as 'enough chickens'?
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But wouldn't hatching them out now mean that they would mature more quickly as the days turn longer and you'd get eggs earlier, eggs that you could then use as bribes for your neighbors and try to get them to tolerate your unicorn roo...

On a more serious note, it's interesting to see how much better things seem in the coop after re-housing Taneli in the fridge. The chickens seem less stressed, and the run feels more spacious. The flock is more curious about us now too, they started to come closer when they're let out in the yard. Topi even feels friendly, perhaps I judged him too early when calling him bad names a few weeks ago. We still need to decide which roo will join Taneli for dinner though. Eemeli just has no personality to speak of, but perhaps that's a good trait in a roo. And Sussexes are supposedly friendly and people loving.

Fancy, do you have pictures concentrating on the house, I'd love to see some more of it. When was it built?
 
I can vouch for the Sussex, never had a mean one.
Inlet farm was built in 1847 by Thomas Walton the son of a convict. The place was derelict when we found it, the cows were camped inside and there were 7 furry little possums living upstairs in the dormer bedrooms. We have been meticulous in our restoration sourcing houn pine to replace the stolen staircase. Buying in colonial shop front doors as French doors. Hubby even made the cutters so we could match the Georgian profile of the skirting boards. Big job! Here are some pics Felix.

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I can vouch for the Sussex, never had a mean one.
Inlet farm was built in 1847 by Thomas Walton the son of a convict. The place was derelict when we found it, the cows were camped inside and there were 7 furry little possums living upstairs in the dormer bedrooms. We have been meticulous in our restoration sourcing houn pine to replace the stolen staircase. Buying in colonial shop front doors as French doors. Hubby even made the cutters so we could match the Georgian profile of the skirting boards. Big job! Here are some pics Felix.

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Never get sick of seeing pics of your stunning house and property fancy. Would love to come see it if you didn't live in the land of the freezing :lau
 
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Fancy, amazing place. I might have to invite myself as a visitor if I ever get the chance to travel to your continent :)

We have an old military barracks accommodation for just such occasions. The heritage of this state is what attracted us to tassie. We are having a birthday party in Salamanca tonight, surrounded by the sandstone buildings looking out over constitution dock. Just gotta watch those cobblestones when your in heels.
 
It's the one place in our wonderful country I have not been.

I would love to get there someday and poke about "the bit that broke off"

Thanks for sharing those pics Fancy, give hubby a tap on the backside, he has done some fantastic work :D
 

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