Little Cotton Rabbits

chicken antics!

I topped up the chicken's dust bath yesterday.

At first it was an orderly affair

then there were 2 in on the act

and eventually all three were crammed into the pot

Daft creatures they are at times, but great entertainment!

still here...

...looking after the two 'C's in my life (children and chickens). The big C's are at school so here's a picture of the little mucky-clucky C's.

...knitting (mostly in the mood for purple at the moment)

 

...gardening (and learning lots)

...just run out of words for a bit (although I now have new glasses which have happily passed the Toby test!)

Back to the term time routine

Well, the children are back at school and all is quiet here. The school break was definitely helped by some decent spring weather. Much of our time was spent in the garden sowing seeds, planting out and enlarging the run for the chickens who were feeling a bit cooped up! It feels like the garden is coming together now with the raised linkaboard beds. They seem a great way to grow veggies and are made from recycled plastic.

The chicken run needs some plants to soften it off but the chickens now have tons of space. If anyone has any tips for chicken friendly plants I'd love to hear them. Now I've just got to cross my not-so-green-fingers that I can coax a few decent veggies from the seeds!

snow

Inspect...

compare notes...

...go for it!

Chickens don't like snow much but 9 year old girls do, especially when it means a few days off school and building snowmen instead!

Hope the weather is good with you but if you've got snow too, keep warm and safe!

surprise!

This morning I truly thought Butterscotch was on her last legs. She's always first out of the coop but when I opened up the hatch there was no sign of her. Whilst the other two tucked into breakfast she was still hunched inside in classic 'sick chicken' pose. A quick check over revealed nothing obvious apart from runny poos (sorry, too much information I know!) but thinking the worst I dashed to the shops for pro-biotic yogurt (in case it was sour crop) and we managed to get some into her beak. An hour later she wasn't interested in food or water and so we gave her some olive oil in a pipette (in case she had a blockage somewhere). Still no improvement.

At 11ish I went out (on a wool gathering expedition to Jolie with fine company in the form of Gina and Val) and when I returned there was this...

on the floor of the house and a bit bashed from the drop (she'd laid it from her perch)! I'd like to say I don't know who was more surprised, but judging by her expression I think it was Butterscotch!