Nancy’s Gone Broody Again

Hi there keepers, it seems Nancy has gone broody again, I didn’t expect her to do that in the wettest part of winter, I thought her maternal instinct would tell her that this isn’t the right time of year to bringing chicks into the world, but not so, she has managed to find her way back in behind the neighbours shed, even though they have screen off the outdoor area where the shed is, she has performed her mission impossible stunts to enable her to get back into her favourite spot.

I recovered 6 eggs from underneath her the other day, two of which didn’t pass the float test, so she must have been laying back in there for a couple over two weeks, there were at least another four eggs under her, and at least one had broken, for the eggs I retrieved were covered in yolk and pieces of broken shell. She is spending her nights in there now, which seems to have cut down the fighting for position in the coop , come roosting time. The last time Nancy went broody, it was for some 10 weeks, I wondered how long this one will last, as the weather is very different, cold and wet, I  imagine the warm of the coop will draw her back sooner this time.

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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.