Here is the premature cria, all six kilos of him in his coat in the garden. He’s a bit livelier now and I caught him running in the field for the first time yesterday. The two of them come in at night as it is seriously wet here. I thought you might also like to see my crazy, mongrel cockbird, who is looking lovely again now and bonking everything in sight.
Here he is, we have had lots of chicks by him and they are sometimes like marans and some rather more like wyandottes. We have no idea who is parents really are as all our varieties of chicken live together. They are laying like mad, I have given away two dozen eggs this week.
You may have noticed that our website disappeared from the ether yesterday afternoon. I was incandescent with rage, the flames could be seen near Bristol, and I had to go off collecting logs whilst muttering obscenities, mainly directed at Chas. Even Leonard Cohen ‘First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin’ couldn’t do it so I opted for Joshua Bell and the Bruch Violin Concerto coupled with some violent potato peeling. Luckily by the evening the website was back and I became quite calm!
We are nearly there with the Futurity catalogue, poor Jeff still sounds ill, he needs a holiday where he doesn’t get ill. Hopefully it will go to the printers tomorrow and we can all go phew and I can slump in front of some low brow television preferably a hospital drama with lots of doctors talking incomprehensible bollocks.
Our fields are very, very wet now and we think it is time to do a second round of Fasinex for the whole herd against liver fluke as this is a good time of year for it. We’ll start tomorrow as Chas has a final big planning meeting at Stoneleigh Park for the Futurity today.