Apart from that, all five hens seem to be getting used to living in Arctic conditions. They have even begun to venture further from their ‘paths’ between the henhouse and the shelters and investigate the far reaches of the garden.
I’ve tried to vary their diet and make sure they have extra protein to make up for the lack of insectiverous treats as well as providing extra rations of grain mix but they are fussy little things. They turn up their beaks at vegetable peelings now and even shunned warm porridge recently. They don’t even appreciate bread soaked in warm water as much as they used to but they LOVE raw beef, yoghurt and custard!
The Christmas festivities went well – a Franglais Reveillon, a late Christmas day lunch with turkey but Buche instead of pudding as this gorgeous concoction is much lighter after a large main course. We saved the pud for Sunday when we invited our friends from the next village. They were a bit anxious about travelling but braved the icey conditions even though they dare not stay too late.
After a quiet and lazy day yesterday fate conspired to pay us back today.
As soon as I got up and went to prepare the hens’ breakfast I heard an ominous dripping in the ‘summer kitchen’ and found a wet floor and water in my store cupboard, coming from the ceiling.
CC and Jay were dragged out of bed and we formed a chain to empty the supplies before they were completely ruined. There was less damage than I’d feared as it was mostly a case of cardboard packaging being soaked while the contents remained dry.
It seems the tap for the well water in the garden shed above was the culprit. I had turned off the water and left the tap open but ‘water finds it’s own level’ and as the hose goes up a steep incline to the vegetable patch the slight thaw must have sent water back down to the shed. Anyway, the floor was awash!
I put a large container under the tap and disconnected the hosepipe. Hopefully it will dry up eventually.
Then it was Bear’s turn to cause chaos. He backed the car out of the garage and couldn’t get it back in. There is no more salt to be found in any of the shops so I had put sawdust on the path to the door and down the drive but it wasn’t working.
Eventually Jay and I had to tip a large quantity of ash down to make a ‘path’ for the wheels and – what a relief – he made it into the garage at last.
But what a mess it has made. I had only just finished washing the floor when the nurse came and, having walked through the ash, trod it all over the house once more. . . .
This evening we are having a birthday meal for Whale who is 79 today. The lovely new induction hob caused so many problems with the electricity
that we have now installed a new gas hob which arrived just in time for Christmas.
Everyone is much relieved.
The kitchen makeover? Well, it’s almost finished. The tiling is done but there is one wall that needs to be stripped and painted and a few places where wood needs varnishing.