I think I won this round of Broody Roulette. Just. I had moved broody Helen Cluck into the big cage so she could sit on some Batch #2 eggs that needed to be moved out of the incubator so the Batch #1 chicks could hatch. The Batch #2 eggs had to go to a broody … More I Think I Won This Round of Broody Roulette
Things have been humming along in the birdhive. Well, not in the political sphere, but in the breeding sphere. When we last left off, Morpheus was pondering a big decision: remain campaigning for leadership while the frontrunning hens were off in the Corner Pen, or bow out to go full broody. You can probably guess … More The Chicken Time is Now: Delaying Their Election & Broody Roulette
It’s rarely that I find myself in a place in which I don’t want to write. But I found myself in that place when we lost a beloved pet recently. Our young cat, Simba, had been missing for a day. It was very unlike him to miss a meal, let alone two. I was starting … More A Sad Loss on The Homestead
It’s been a funny old week. The virus reared its ugly head again after a long spell of having things pretty good here in New Zealand, compared to other countries. We faced a potential lockdown decision again. At least this time we had the advantage of hindsight. Can you guess where I could be found … More Who Needs TV When You Can Laugh at Your Own Awkwardness?