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, 22 February 2017
The no chicken diet works for Minnie
Most farms have a farm cat. We're not really a farm (like real proper like..) and therefore Minnie our outdoor cat fits our improper mould. She's chief mouser and generous with gifts on the back door mat given the occasional missing head she thought would go unnoticed. If there's a lizard, skink or bug behind a pot she's onto it. She's even onto the heavy russling in the forest of daisies along the driveway. Although we think it might be the same echidna that appeared last year which was great to see but confused Bennie and Minnie no end. You could almost see by the look on their faces what was going through their minds, 'You touch it', 'No thanks, you saw it first'. Minnie's job description includes rodent control but stipulates, no interaction with free ranging chickens of any size or proportion. And that she does. To the point where a mother hen can walk a two week old birthday party of toddlers right past her without incident. Our theory was always that to deter her, we would feed Minnie well during chicken raising time. Unfortunately chicken raising time has extended into months and months as the number of chickens has expanded rapidly along with Minnie's waistline. Whilst we've been unkind in our jokes about her causing the cracks in the pavers and no longer being able to climb trees, we intend to cut back on the food but the plan is working at the moment. She's upholding the mouse hunting and still keeping chicken off the menu. It's like she's done a deal with the hen house. Keep producing chicks and they'll keep producing the Fancy Feast. Sweet.