From a life in the corporate world to a small farm. My new work colleagues eat grass or lay eggs. I've got a lot to learn about things that just seem to happen when nature becomes your new boss.
Wednesday, 25 May 2016
Who needs a truffle pig when you've got an egg dog.
It's a bold step to respond to anything that would indicate I knew about farming but I will say this. When there's a report in the newspaper that eggs are in short supply in the local supermarket, I know why. There was the reasons officially given which talked about supply chain problems, new industry regulations about how many birds you can shove in a phone box or something to that effect, but I know it's gotten cold. And when it's cold my chooks lay less eggs. They don't know anything about super foods, consumer demand, and free range is actually very free indeed. Trends don't matter but winter chills do. They're in bed before I get home sometimes and I apologize for a late offering of the dinner service. They lay a couple a day at this time of year with one in the nesting box and the other, well anywhere really. Lately it's in the old shed. The one that is being held up by the spider population and when it's windy it creaks. Or that's the sound of all the spiders yelling 'hold on boys, she's blowing a gale'. I try not to go in there. My ever faithful cocker spaniel actually goes in there and collects the eggs for me now. He's a soft mouth breed trained to retrieve pheasants. Well we're a bit short on those so he's happy to have a job to fetch eggs. He places them ever so gently at my feet and gets a big reward. It took a few goes to get it right and a few casualties on the back step but we got there. Better than fetching a newspaper, what do they know about eggs.