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.
Friday, 24 February 2017
'A' Reserve Ticket Holders Only
We've run out of perches. It's a bit like running out of seats at a football stadium. The ones we have are all prime seating with a good view of the paddock and they're even tiered so nobody misses out on the action. The perches start to fill on dusk every night by the same crew, our first batch of chickens. The older chooks tuck themselves in first and Cyril usually gets seated last, being head rooster. The newer and younger generations of chickens are later to bed. They have no reserved seating and are forced into the general admissions area which is just a flimsy bamboo stick poking through the corners of the wire cage. It was a bit of a quick fix on my part but seems to hold at least two or three. I know it's going to split at some point, I just hope they get some warning. Unfortunately we've had to put some goats in the same paddock as the chook pen recently due to their ability to levitate over fences. And the goats like to snuggle up at night so the chook pen seems to them like a good alternative. So the poor hens have had their house invaded by two goats that chew up all the straw and stomp around all night keeping everyone awake. No wonder I haven't had any early morning crowing these last couple of days. Nobody has had any sleep.