Posted by Rosie
I went to the market this morning and came home with three new point of lay hens and 3 turkey poults. The boys have named the hens Nellie, Mrs Black and Pecky but the turkeys will probably remain nameless as they are impossible to tell apart (and destined for the freezer). Scraggy, Scruffy and Shabby would however be good names as they all look rather dishevelled at the moment. But they seem to be settling in well and even ventured out of their pen when the boys left the gate open! I'll try and post up some pictures tomorrow but I have been manic today, getting ready for a party we are having on Saturday and planting the 100 leek and 15 brussels plants I bought today - without thinking that I couldn't plant the brussels until I'd dug an area for them first.
Now it's 11.30pm and I'm waiting for a birthday cake to cool so I can ice it for Ben to take into school tomorrow. I have a long list of things to do over the next couple of days but - "Bake Birthday Cake for School" wasn't on the list. Luckily Simon remembered, but only late this evening!! Which is better than remembering tomorrow morning or not at all I suppose.
This is my blog, A Green and Rosie Life, which is all about helping you live life that bit greener without having to build an off-grid log cabin in the woods or knit your own nettle fibre undies! It's about helping you make simple changes that together will make a big difference to our beautiful world and make it a better place for our children.
One of my neighbours over the back has a turkey,it was her hubbys Xmas bonus....but they are vegetarian so asked for it alive :o) its the funniest thing,a hen bird,she makes such a whooping shrill noise when you go ini their garden :o)
ReplyDeleteHope the cake cooled......lol!
GTM x
I like the sound of your rather hectic 'good life' sort of life. I don't think I'd cope very well with it myself, I can't even keep on top of the dishes. But it is a joy to read. May these be lucky chickens and turkeys that are intolerant to untimely death.
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