Rain stops play.

Hi there keepers, I realise alot of readers here are from the northern hemisphere, and so at this time of year they are enjoying the warmer months, the spring flowers are all in bloom, and temperatures are rising as summer rolls in like a warm carpet being laid over all the death of winter.

However down here in New Zealand, winter is fast approaching, like a cold wet flannel being flung in your face. It gets very wet in the North Island, the coldest tempertures are reserved for the South Island, where most of the Celtic immigrants settled, they like it cold, they get their winter tan of blue.

Auckland rarely drops below 10 degrees celcius during the day, but it still feels pretty cold when you’ve gotten used to the constant 30 degrees of summer, but it’s the rain, when it rains here it rains big drops, flash floods are common place, infact 2 small tributeries form under our house, feeding the creek at the bottom of the garden, I had to dig out two channels to allow them to flow through, rather than flood my workshop under the house, so if you lift one of the floor boards you can see these trickling flows of water.

So you can imagine it’s not much fun if your a chicken, the ground becomes very soggy and muddy, there appears to be less bugs in the grasses, probably washed away on a bug sized tsumani,  sunbathing has become a distant memory, and the dust baths have become mud pools. The girls spend most of their day under the deck and concrete stairs that lead down to the garden, there’s plenty of room for them all to stay dry, but they will bicker and peck over the driest spot, like kids who have been stuck indoors over the holidays due to bad weather, fighting out of boredom. Which made me think I need to provide some games for them, like ‘Peck the hanging cabbage’ and ‘ Pellets in a slightly open matchbox’, the names need work, but you get the idea. Daisy still makes the dash around the block to her mates who provide her with daily bread rations, and returns sometimes slightly soggy but full.

Bring back summer.

Rain Water

Rain Water In the Waitakere's

Hi reader, well my new project is to collect rain water, surprised really that I haven’t been doing it in winter when there was lots and lots of rain, more than usual, broke some records. Well, to excuse the pun, I have found my source of rain water, it’s a guttering pipe that runs off of the carport roof, I had noticed the small gutter on one end of he carport, but it was so over grown with Ivy that I couldn’t see the down pipe.

This very morning I cleared the Ivy and Jasmine away from the downpipe and have for the moment placed the hens water trough under the dripping pipe, it’s a start, all I need do now is aquire a butt, finar finar, as the lady out in Kumeu said ‘ e wants one, doesn’t want to pay for though ‘ , ofcourse she’s half right, I do want one, but I also know there’s one sitting somewhere about to be thrown away.

Today is a good day for collecting  rain  water, as it is lashing down, still need a butt.

I have found a temporary water butt, infact it may turn out to be great, I’ve used an ex/ disused wheelie bin, donated by a friend with too many wheelie bins, it makes it mobile for one, I think i shall place a tap on it, and eventually cut a hole in the lid for a downpipe, at present i just have the lid open with the water dripping in, not the best as leaves and such can fall in too. It’s a start as they say, who ever they are? I find out one day, who they are, and when I do, I’ll let you know their email address.

Been Busy on the fence front

Hi there, I haven’t written much in the last few days as I have been trying to sort out another blogsite, with might i add not much success, also I have been out and about doing some work away from home, building fences, which i have also improved at my own place, to stop the hens from wandering, so it’s been harder to sit down here after a hard days digging or gardening, plus i haven’t much to report on the girls as I have not been here to see what antics they gotten into, i’m sure they have probably been brought back by two or so neighbours in my absence.

Well when normally gets back to me, I shall return with more tales of chickens do’s, or if it rains tomorrow.

thechickenkeeper