Grandson has been watching these grow for ages, now he gets to try them !! Perfect juicy, summery, yummy dessert.
Booty from the garden
Checking watermelon ripeness
He is becoming quite the gardener and has had a hand in planting and growing most of the veggies in the colander.
Big excitement also was younger brother’s Brown Shaver chicken, Strawberry, is now a big girl and is laying eggs. Nice for breakfast.
Strawberry wins a ribbon at school agricultural day
Strawberry the chicken
27th September, six fluffy, yellow day-old Brown Shaver chicks came to live at our place. The chick rearing school project proved a source of endless fascination.
In October, grandson, 7-year old Daniel was still mothering his chicken children. Strawberry did Daniel proud to win a ribbon at his school’s Agricultural Day.
By November, I was thinking thyme for chicken casserole. My dire warning about heads on the nearby chopping block was ignored. They cheeped away and continued to forage among the strawberries and herbs.
However, the chicks were terrified of the two adult hens who command the henhouse. Gertrude and Speckles only had so much tolerance for child-minding. They took to their nesting boxes. I guess it’s natural a pecking order be established.
Come December, the chickens are quite the cheeky teenagers and speak in chook not cheeps. One managed a defiant peck of my blueberries as they were shooed out of the garden. At night now, they roost in the hen-house with the older hens. Fewer feathers are flying.
Is it too much to expect some egg-laying in January?
Meanwhile, Frog has taken residence in the flax bush I’d left soaking in a bucket until I get round to replanting it.
Animals 1 – garden 0.
Twenty months have slipped by since I penned my last post. I had good intentions to write weekly. Life got in the way. Himself had a cardiac event that triggered a string of interventions. Life takes on a new perspective. It is a great blessing to have a good neighbour. Neighbour’s very old farm dog tried to get into the ambulance with Himself after he collapsed in the paddock. A few wise woofs to the ambo crew from an old dog who’d seen it all before when Neighbour suffered a similar situation a year previously.
In our absent-mindedness, Neighbour grazed his animals in our paddocks. Green dollars exchange is to be commended. He repaired flood-damaged fences and applied worm fertiliser to the pastures. And so the rural routines carried on at our place. And nature ignored the human situation. Tress grew. Rain fell. Garden weeds thrived. The moon waxed and waned. The sun rose and shone. Himself and I have been lucky. We did as prescribed for post-cardiac surgery. I say ‘we’ – it’s a team effort. Life continues. We’re getting back into our routines and are about to tackle some big jobs. I’ll write about these over time.
Meanwhile, chickens. It’s Ag Day at the end of this month at our grandson’s school. Chickens rule the roost . Master 7 year-old chose the day-old chicken raising project. Brown Shavers. So cute. Because the nights are a bit cool yet and they are only three weeks old, they’re still overnighting in a cage inside our house. Last two or three days have been warm so the chicks have enjoyed time outside in the coop. It is well netted to the cat’s chagrin. The adult hens and rooster are most curious. Chickens without a mother hen.
Gardening and nature is therapy and gives strength. To my special delight, bees are working the borage and other spring blossoms in my garden.