December is upon us already. Most of the hens have gone through the moult and are gradually coming back into lay. Only one Light Sussex is still leaving a trail of white feathers in her wake. All the hybrids are now laying and this year's pure breed pullets are just starting, so eggs are bountiful once more and selling well at the garden gate.
I am especially pleased with the eggs from the Cream Legbar pullets, a nice clear blue. I am still waiting to discover the egg colour of my new Bellecross Belles, hopefully they will be a crisp green to olive not a muddy brown ( a colour familar to all who have painted with young children who love to mix all available colours together.)
The pens are holding up well, with plenty of grass cover and little to no mud, thanks to the free draining ground. As the numbers of growers decline through sales, the pens are rested and the empty houses scrubbed and creosoted ready for next year.
This year is the first for many we haven't raised turkeys for Christmas.It is strange not having them parading about the place but time wise it was a good call ,maybe will do them again another year.
Oh yes and guess who's broody........my faithful Indian Game. Each morning she dashes from the house, shovels down a beakful of food, a gulp of water and then settles for the day on the straw in the feed store. Each night she is returned to house and placed on the perch to roost, only for it all to be repeated the following day.......and for those of you who know me - yes I am very tempted ;-)
I am especially pleased with the eggs from the Cream Legbar pullets, a nice clear blue. I am still waiting to discover the egg colour of my new Bellecross Belles, hopefully they will be a crisp green to olive not a muddy brown ( a colour familar to all who have painted with young children who love to mix all available colours together.)
The pens are holding up well, with plenty of grass cover and little to no mud, thanks to the free draining ground. As the numbers of growers decline through sales, the pens are rested and the empty houses scrubbed and creosoted ready for next year.
This year is the first for many we haven't raised turkeys for Christmas.It is strange not having them parading about the place but time wise it was a good call ,maybe will do them again another year.
Oh yes and guess who's broody........my faithful Indian Game. Each morning she dashes from the house, shovels down a beakful of food, a gulp of water and then settles for the day on the straw in the feed store. Each night she is returned to house and placed on the perch to roost, only for it all to be repeated the following day.......and for those of you who know me - yes I am very tempted ;-)
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