Three Things Thursday: 4 October 2017

My weekly exercise in gratitude – three things that are making me smile – feel free to steal this idea with wild abandon and fill your blog [or Twitter account or Facebook page or diary or life in general] with happiness.

First, feathers. However many times I see a chicken moult and regrow her feathers, I never fail to be amazed that such beautiful complex things can emerge from bare skin. Here is Tiffany’s latest crop coming through:

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Growing well

Second, old friends. I spent last weekend with three of the ladies I went to university with. We all did the same BSc course – Environmental Science – and next year will be the 30th anniversary of our graduation. We spent most of the weekend eating, drinking and talking – it was fab.

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it may have been grey, but we managed a walk on Sunday (c) Katie Medcalf

Third, a parcel. This is a late addition because it was only just delivered (#3 was going to be big cotton handkerchiefs, because I have a cold, but this made me smile more). I helped to crowdfund a book recently… and today’s parcel contained the book and extra goodies…

So, that’s what’s making me happy this week. How about you?

-oOo-

Emily of Nerd in the Brain originally created Three Things Thursday, but it’s now being hosted by Natalie of There She Goes.

Exploding hens and wobbly eggs

OK, before you start to worry, let me assure you that no hens were harmed in the production of this post.

One of the joys of being a gardener is watching the seasons change and savouring the different produce. However, keeping animals adds an extra dimension to this connection with nature. I know, for example, that there will be fewer eggs from the hens in the winter, which makes them all the more precious in the summer. But hens do other stuff than lay eggs and perhaps the most spectacular is the autumn moult. Now, not all hens moult and not all moult completely, and those that do moult don’t always do it in the autumn. However, every so often one of the hens embarks on a complete change of feathers…

and so, Tiffany has gone from being fully-feathered last week to well on her way to oven-ready today. There are feathers all over the garden and in the hen house… to look at it, you really would think one of them had exploded (or been got by a fox).

Anna had a much more gentle moult over the summer and you can see her beautiful blue-grey plumage in one of the pictures above. Anna has always been rather rubbish at laying eggs, but having got over her moult, she is doing her best now. The other day she produced the egg on the right in the picture below (the middle one is ‘normal’ sized and the one on the left is from Aliss our smallest hen):

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well, that’s not very impressive, Anna

Yesterday, however, she did manage to lay a normal sized egg:

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well, that’s a better size

However, all that effort that went into making a white and a yolk left no energy for a shell:

We’re hoping that the next one is full-size and fully formed!

Three Things Thursday: 1 September 2016

As usual I’m joining with Emily of Nerd in the Brain (and others) for Three Things Thursday’. As she says…

*three things that make me smile: an exercise in gratitude – feel free to steal this idea with wild abandon and fill your blog with the happy*

First, chickens – happy and behaving naturally. Specifically the fact that this:

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Feathers!

is because of this:

Moulty Bluebell

Moulty Bluebell

not because of a fox or other predator. This is quite an early moult, but it’s good because the weather is still pleasant, so she’s not shivering or drenched (yet). As you can see the two new girls are also doing well; they are both laying almost every day… so I’m grateful for their eggs too.

Second, crafty activities. I spent the whole of Sunday sewing, crocheting, paper-crafting and generally being creative. I’ll write a whole post dedicated to some of the sewing sometime in the future, so here is an example of some paper-craft:

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Mr Snail’s birthday card

Third, tomatoes. For many years I have found it impossible to grow tomatoes. Every year in our old greenhouse I got only a tiny crop before the plants succumbed to Botrytis mould. This year is the first full growing season for the limery, and I’m delighted to report it’s turned the tide and I can now produce my own tomatoes – hurrah!

So that’s it for this week. What are you feeling grateful for?

 

November round-up

Well, it’s been an interesting month… lots of new followers, three blogging awards,a guest post written for the Transition Network, more visits to my blog than ever before, discovering some really interesting blogs to read and making new friends. Thank you, especially to everybody who made comments – I have been informed, inspired and encouraged by you all. The eagle-eyed amongst you might have noticed that the blog address has changed slightly in the past week, it’s now simply http://thesnailofhappiness.com … I decided to pay for hosting so that I could prevent any adverts appearing without my knowledge (if you’ve seen any in the past, they have been nothing to do with me!) and at the same time I was able to register this name for the site.

I thought that this final day might be a good time to report back on some of the subjects I’ve written about, including some of those that generated lots of comments.

The month started off with a poem… only the second one I have included on the blog ( the first was a gripe about WordPress not working properly!) which seemed to get things off to a good start as this is the post that’s received most hits so far (although you have to remember it’s had the longest time to do so).

Some lovely new feather on the top... not very speckledy though

Some lovely new feather on the top… not very speckledy though

Esme the chicken has featured a couple of times as I reported on the progress of her moult. I’m pleased to say that she now has a tail again (she looked very odd without one) and a lovely strip of new, dark feathers along her back. Unfortunately, she’s now shedding like mad from underneath. I’m guessing that, at this rate she will have a complete set of new plumage around March 2014. There is certainly no sign of her starting to lay again and Perdy seems to have come out in sympathy. All I can say is thank goodness for Aliss – still laying most days despite the low light levels.

No need to think about shampoo for a while now

No need to think about shampoo for a while now

One week into the month, I wrote about the ingredients in shampoo… this generated lots of interest here, with my Facebook friends and when I put a copy of it up on the Blogher website (that had received 115 hits last time I checked). I spent a while mulling over all the comments and, in the end, decided to avoid products that contain SLS (mainly because they seem to adversely affect my sensitive skin) and did some bulk buying as you can see from the picture!

I featured the Lampeter Peoples’ Market in one post and there’s now a link on the venue’s website (Victoria Hall) to my blog… with an occasional visitor arriving that way.

I reported on the progress of my apple scrap vinegar and I’m pleased to say that it really does smell like vinegar now and still isn’t going mouldy. I should be able to bottle it up in about six weeks. After that, I hope to report on the taste and what it’s like to use in cooking.

Hand knitted socks and the wool they were exchanged for

Hand knitted socks and the wool they were exchanged for

The bag that I made so that I could photograph the process is now full of the wool that I exchanged for a pair of hand knitted socks. I mentioned that this felting wool is destined to be made into a large bag; a comment on Facebook may yield a leather strap for this bag in exchange for another pair of hand-knitted socks… how great would that be? Especially since I have managed a net gain in sock wool since the beginning of the month, despite having knitted a pair and a half! I am considering, now that I have the photographs, actually writing up the instructions for making the bag as a proper pattern, but I haven’t found the time yet.

I managed a few philosophical posts during the month, with Captain Samuel Vimes ‘Boots’ theory of socioeconomic unfairness proving a particularly popular subject that generated lots of discussion; so much so that I couldn’t resist quoting more of his thoughts in yesterday’s post about left-overs. Terry Pratchett is likely to provide me with much inspiration in months to come…and I’m just about to start on his new book Raising Steam so who knows what gems that might yield.

As well as shampoo, I’ve bought a few things during the month. First,  my beautiful shawl pin from Artis Ignis; if you are looking for beautifully carved items, do take a look at their etsy shop – they undertake commissions (that’s what my shawl pin was) and are lovely people. And second, my butter bell… a mass produced item but, hopefully one that will improve my diet. I didn’t mention in any posts about buying yarn, but the knitters amongst you will know that it’s very hard to resist, so I did acquire some lovely British wool from Texere (it was on sale – honest) that is likely to be making an appearance in WIPs and FOs in months to come. Oh, and there were my patterns and fabric.. since I won’t be spending quite so much time writing from now on, perhaps I’ll get round to making my nighties.

Fingerless mittens in action

Fingerless mittens in action

My Lazy Sunday turned out to be quite productive… and I surprised myself by completing the second of Mr Snail-of-happiness’ fingerless mittens in record time. I really ought to write this pattern up as it is really easy. I used 6-ply sock wool, which should make for a very hardy pair of mittens… they are likely to outlast mine in pure wool, plus they are very nice colours because of the self-patterning yarn. I think these could be good trade goods too.

And so, I progressed through the final week, managing a post every day. Those of you who were with me from the beginning of the month may remember that I started blogging every day to keep Mr S-o-h company whilst he was participating in NaNoWriMo. His target was 50,000 words in 30 days whilst was mine was a blog post every day for 30 days. I’m really pleased to report that he wrote every single day until he reached his target on Thursday 28 November. The result is Kirkenes Blue…. I think it’s a crime novel, but I haven’t been allowed to read it yet. He will now spend some time working on it, then I will edit it and proofread it and in a few months you should be able to buy it as an e-book. Watch this space and I will let you know.

So that’s it for November… I won’t be blogging every day from now on, but do keep reading and commenting…

Prickly Chickly

I posted last week about Esme’s sudden loss of feathers and over the week the reason it happened so quickly has become clear – the new ones were just below the surface ready to burst forth! She has been reluctant to be handled during her moult, but I managed to catch her yesterday afternoon and hold her whilst Mr Snail of happiness took a few photographs.

New neck feathers

New neck feathers

The new feathers are very prickly at the moment, resembling porcupine quills, but are coming through in great abundance. It’s interesting to see the colour contrast too – her old feathers are quite brown and faded, but the new ones are beautiful black and white. She is still losing some of her old ones, though not at the same rate as last week. It is possible that she will have a complete new set within the next few weeks.

Back and tail area

Back and tail area

One she’s finished growing her new feathers it will be interesting to see how long it takes for her to start laying again. In the past she has always laid over the winter, but as she ages (she’s nearly four years old now) we expect her laying to decline. The two youngsters, Aliss and Perdy*, are less than two years old and are still laying every day or two. Lorna, the same age as Esme, as only ever laid intermittently, but we keep her because she does other jobs in the garden and is our top slug-hunter!

New wings

New wings

One of the joys of keeping backyard hens is to see these natural cycles taking place. We do not provide our girls with extra light or heat during the winter, so their bodies follow the seasons. This means that we are bound to get fewer eggs in the winter, but we don’t mind that, as eating seasonally is an important aspect of understanding the food on our plates.

-oOo-

* In case you’re wondering, Esme, Perdy and Aliss are named after some of Terry Pratchett’s witches – we used to have a Gytha too.

Oven-ready Esme?

A very fluffy nest!

A very fluffy nest!

I opened the laying box the other morning to be greeted by a veritable feather bed. I was hoping for an egg or two, but I found what appeared to be half a chicken… and the sight of a slightly balding bottom disappearing out of the pop hole. The colour was a give-away… these feathers clearly belong to a speckledy hen, of which we have two. A quick check revealed one very smart Perdy and one very tatty Esme… ruffling her feathers, apart from dislodging a few more, revealed quite an expanse of completely bald skin. In addition, her tail now consists of a random assemblage of feathers pointing in odd directions. She’s also much more anti-social than usual and quite reluctant to be photographed in her disheveled state. This is the best I could manage:

Oh dear, what a mess!

Oh dear, what a mess!

And since then, she’s only got worse. What a silly time to be losing all your feathers – over the past week we have had storms, gale force winds and lashing rain. It seems like the ideal time to have already grown a brand new coat of feathers, just like Lorna the Calder Ranger (yes, she’s the Lorna Ranger), who moulted some weeks ago in September and is now looking very dapper:

Lorna showing off her shiny new feathers

Lorna showing off her shiny new feathers and black-tipped tail

Hens: broody and balding

Left: small white caterpillar. Right: large white caterpillar

Left and centre: small white caterpillars. Right: large white caterpillar

I don’t seem to write about the chickens much these days, even though they are still an important part of our garden and supply us with valuable home-produced food. Over the summer  I have discovered that although they won’t eat caterpillars of the large white butterfly (Pieris brassicae), they are rather partial to those of the small white (Pieris rapae). Since the adults of these two butterfly species look so similar, you would expect the same from the caterpillars, but as larvae they are totally different. Small whites lay individual eggs that hatch into juicy green caterpillars, whilst large whites lay clusters of eggs that hatch into black and yellow hairy caterpillars that are gregarious. The chickens have the right idea – the hairy large white caterpillars accumulate poisonous oils in their bodies whilst the small whites do  not.

Lorna looking a bit the worse for wear

Lorna looking a bit the worse for wear

Anyway, at the moment two of our ladies are doing what chickens typically do:

First, Lorna is moulting – there are feathers strewn around the garden, and she is looking rather scruffy. I’m always surprised that chickens tend to moult in the autumn – you would think they would do it in the summer, when the bald patches don’t matter. But, no, they wait until the temperature drops and then lose their feathers. Usually chickens only do a partial moult, but Lorna seems to be going the whole hog, meaning that she will grow new wing feathers and we will have to keep an eye on her ability to fly once more.

Aliss: she always gets very red when she is broody

Aliss: she always gets very flushed when she’s broody

And then there is Aliss, who is broody for the fourth time this year. She is our best layer when she’s laying, but the broodiness tends to disrupt laying for a couple of weeks. Currently I am being kind to her and simply putting her in the fruit cage every day so she doesn’t upset the others and she can’t sneak into the laying boxes, but if she doesn’t improve tomorrow, she will be in the dog crate so that she can’t make a nest and get overheated. I don’t resort to plunging them in cool water as some people do to bring their temperature down, but I’m beginning to be tempted! Actually, I really like the fact that they are able exhibit this sort of natural behaviour, it makes me feel that they are real animals rather than just egg-laying machines. I just wish they would remember to eat when they are broody!

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