Posts Tagged ‘Journal’

Arrival of the Rhode Island Reds

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

Meet Gabrielle (she has a slightly not-quite-right bottom eyelid) one of our three new chickens. We said that we wouldn’t have a favourite, or even name the new additions to our flock, but she immediately pulled at our heart strings. We collected Gabrielle and her two ginger friends yesterday afternoon from Kirsty in Felstead (our older hens Barbara, Gerry and Margot all came from Hens4Homes, too), and although we rejected the three Black Rocks that had been put aside for collection, we’re glad we changed our minds and went for the more prolific egg layers.

Nik remembers there being Rhode Island Reds (or Rhode Rangers) on his grandparents’ farm when he was a small boy, and so it was always destined to be that we would get them at some point. Friendly, pretty, and seemingly good-natured, they seem to be the perfect choice. Giving them names and becoming attached to them wasn’t part of the plan (so we can be more ruthless when they stop laying) but, because we can tell them apart from one another, it was doomed to failure.

That they’re being picked on only adds to the bonding process. Our older three just don’t like the idea that they have a trio of interlopers in their midst, and are, quite rightly, defending their territory with a series of herding, pecking, and squawking. It’s got to happen, but it’s not fun to watch. We popped them in the Eglu Cube last night when our older three were asleep and they’ve had a tough day. That was telling tonight when we went to close them up; one was in the plastic house with her tail sticking out into the cold dark air, one was perched on the wheel underneath and poor old Gabrielle was sat on top of the Cube itself.

It would appear that they don’t like their older coop mates as much as Barbara, Gerry and Margot don’t like them. I don’t know how long the in-fighting will go on for, but a pecking order will have to be established. It might not be pretty and we’ll have to keep an eye on them at closing up time, but we can’t stop it – it is nature’s way after all.

Thwarted by the mud (and a cold)

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

We wanted to continue our new walking regime last weekend, and as it was dry and bright for at least part of the day, we decided to drive out to Paper Mill Lock just north of Chelmsford. Apparently there’s a good walking route through the fields and by the Chelmsford and Blackwater Navigation Canal, which you can also follow all the 14 miles from Chelmsford to Heybridge. Admittedly, it was quite late (around 2pm) when we set off, but we weren’t aiming to trek the 5.5-mile distance we did a couple of weeks ago.

When we got to the lock itself, the steady stream of people strolling at the side of the road said it all; their boots were caked in mud. We hadn’t taken our dirty walking shoes, rather foolishly thinking that as the day dawned very frosty, there would be no mud and soggy ground. It was a silly mistake to make; everyone knows that walking + fields and tracks = mud (even on a fine day). So, we went and grabbed a coffee and cake in Sainsbury’s excellent value for money café, before driving the short distance home.

It was probably just as well. After a sore throat one day last week, I’m now in the midst of what I think is a full-blown cold. A runny nose has since developed after the weekend’s mild aches and although that seems to have gotten much better, the dry, cracked and slightly bleeding lips which have been caused through all the blowing, are I think, a worse thing to bear.

All very unpleasant, but, not wanting to speak too soon, I think I may have now turned the corner. The nose blowing has become much less frequent and I do feel a little brighter. Contracting a cold was inevitable in any case; with most of our families and work colleagues going through the sniffles at Christmas and the past month, it was only a matter of time before I picked something up. And, maybe winter isn’t properly winter without a cold after all.

A walk around Ingatestone

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

At last! Blue skies heralded our first walk of 2010. We decided to take a 5.5 mile route closeby, just around Ingatestone. A small town south of Chelmsford, it sits within an area of green belt land, 20 miles north of London. It has some history; established in Saxon times on the then Great Essex Road (now major the A12 trunk road), it sits between the then goliath Roman towns of London and Colchester. The name originally meant ‘settlement at the stone’. It even has stones left by glacial action visible in the High Street.

Nik used to live and spent some of his formative years in the town (in two locations) and so knows the area well. I don’t have that much knowledge of Essex and perhaps the thing I knew Ingatestone for the most is that it’s the last stop before home on the train from London. And that it has good curry house. Our walk from the Walks Into History: Essex changed all that and to be honest, if it hadn’t, at least we managed to get out for a couple of hours, in the (all too limited) winter sunshine.

Our stroll took us around Ingatestone and also Fryerning, a village to the north of the small town. We tramped across empty fields, many deserted pastures with electric fences, over and under the A12 and round the back of the 16th century Ingatestone Hall. Open to the public at selected times and dates, the grand and majestic Tudor mansion that was once host to Queen Elizabeth I is probably most well-known for providing the exterior of Bleak House in the 2005 BBC adaption of the Charles Dickens’ novel of the same name.

After the prolonged cold snap that prevented almost everyone from going almost anywhere, it really felt good to be out and about in the sunshine again, after far too long. Mud (in the car park opposite The Cricketers pub and en route) notwithstanding, we really enjoyed tramping through the grass and hedgerows again, even sighting some deer common to the area. One thing that we had forgotten and was probably telling of the afternoon’s activities, was the aching of our legs. Maybe the moderately high mile count was to blame, maybe it was the lack of activity over the past few weeks. Whatever, it won’t stop us next time.

Snow chickens today

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

This is a first. We’re currently in the grip of the second and arguably most significant snowfall of the winter here in Essex, and it would appear even the chickens don’t like it. They’ve seen snow before of course and usually hang about, walking about the coop. Gerry and Margot sometimes even play spot the Barbara, as being white, our Sussex Ranger easily blends in.

But not today. They’ve gone back up the coop ladder to ‘bed’, just as they do when dusk falls. The snow on the tarpaulin over the compound might make it darker and with it being so cold, I can’t say I blame them for trying to keep warm in their insulated Eglu Cube. Oscar’s doing the same; he’s curled up under the radiator in the spare bedroom, probably wishing the summer would come quickly so that he can be out all day.

It looks like this cold spell will last until the start of next week, so our laying ladies will have to get used to the sub-zero temperatures if they haven’t done so already. The cold and the darkness is more than likely what’s causing the declining egg count (down to 25 in December 2009 from 91 in the summer of the same year), but it could be worse. They could still be moulting and be really clucking freezing.

Family, food, festivities

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Gareth’s party marked the end of festivities and although it’s been very busy, it’s also been very enjoyable. Working backwards, yesterday afternoon we buzzed down to Kent to celebrate Gareth’s 50th. We’d never been to a surprise party before. Shrouded in secrecy for six months before, Debs arranged the catering, guests and venue. We even played a part, making pasta and rice salads yesterday (to pre-determined and costed recipes) to take down for the spread. It all worked terribly well and by the way things were going, a good time was had by all.

Monday was the final day of Christmas family celebrations. Early afternoon we went up to Lowestoft to belatedly exchange presents with Ean and Vikki. A relaxed afternoon was spent at House 3, where we even met the usually reclusive Boo. Suitably (and enjoyably) fed, watered and caught-up, we all then went to mum’s to enjoy yet more food. Dinner was followed by two games of cards and before we knew it, it was time to head for home, not least as we had to feed the two cats next door.

Christmas itself was spent with Nik’s family in Galleywood on the day itself, where, due to the volume of presents, we all must have been good last year. Boxing Day saw mum and Bart come down and congregate on the house, along with Geoff, while Sal, Dan and Will popped in for the afternoon. Sunday was a day of recovery, visiting Geoff for a King’s Tower cold buffet the only excursion. That took us up to yesterday of course, when we left with mum and Bart for the journey to Suffolk. We then had just two days’ rest (the only of the two-week break) before it all started again.

Sandwiched between Christmas and New Year was my 36th birthday on New Year’s Eve. Lunch was eaten on a quiet and cold Mersea Island, while as tradition dictates, we spent the last evening of 2009 on the rug in front of the fire with Oscar, some warm Camembert and a handful of crackers. Post-carbonara at Verde’s of course. New Year’s Day was a repeat of Christmas Day, with the day spent at Andrew and Sheila’s and all of the Chelmsford clan.

So, lots of food, lots of family and lots of very nice presents. The start of 2010 has to be, more than ever (and in financial terms as well as fitness thoughts), a slimmed down one, though…