Well, I WAS doing some textile art learning, from my textile art learning book, but as Flora has arrived and is now 'sleeping' on my learning book and exercise book...
...I shall update you on goings on this week, even though it is a Saturday and our usual 0.6 mb of internet speed has slowed to the pace of a snail on Mogadon and therefore will cause me to grow testy with frustration. Greater love has no girl for her readers than she write a blog in the countryside at the weekend, and all that.
So, hens. Nora, Nellie and Nancy have settled in very well and now come a-running when they see us as they know there is a likelihood of a grapefest in the offing. They scrap with Camilla and Primrose for the grapes and it all goes a bit frantic for a few seconds, but at least they will now eat from our hands. Their personalities are becoming apparent, too, and for anyone who says, 'Hens have personalities?' I say, 'Absolutely yes they diddly-do!' So Nora is a bit of a loner. Likes to go about doing her own thing on her own, but will seek me out when I am cleaning the pod tray and chat to me whilst I am scraping and sluicing. Nellie is very curious. I think she might be part cat. She notices more detail than the others - is always on the lookout and potters about in a twosome with Nancy. Who is quite frankly one of the most scatty hens I've ever met. She is like the Dory of the hen world. (Dory is a scatty, forgetful, eternally cheerful fish character from the film 'Finding Nemo,' if you didn't know. Her motto for life is 'Just keep swimming.') She, Nancy, is also a bit of a piggy. Nearly always got her beak in the trough. But she is the only one who is laying at the moment and has produced for us 6 eggs in the last 7 days. So well done, Nancy - keep chomping away!
The bathroom is finished! Hurrah!!
We are very pleased with how it has turned out. I even got some plants to add a touch of 'je ne sais quoi. (I don't know what that means...)
I have been, and still am, outraged that The Great British Bake Off is moving to Channel 4. I shall not be watching it next year. Not with all those ad breaks and especially not as Mel 'n' Sue are leaving, too. Good for them, I thought. At least someone has some principles about this, because Love Productions, who make Bake Off, clearly are money-grabbing mercenaries. Nuff said. A sad day for the BBC.
The electric fencing has been erected in the field next door which means that sheep will be making an appearance soon. Very exciting! What with the cows opposite, a little hen flock at the top of the garden and then sheep, it will be like living on a farm but without most of the aggravation!
We have decided we need to splash out on another freezer. Our little one, that has done us well for over 10 years now, is chockablock with plums and blackberries. I have been picking and open freezing like a loon this week. And now the remaining damsons have properly ripened and can be eaten without taking the enamel off your teeth (they are just like baby plums!) I shall likely freeze those, too. Plus Andy wants to get the sausage maker up and running again (hush at the back there, please. For goodness' sake...) so will batch make and freeze.
There was a lovely full moon and mist moment first thing this morning, heralding a beautiful, sunny day...
This is the view from the front door, which faces westish. Moo, moon and mist.
And that, you'll be pleased to know, is about it. I've been doing a bit of writing, a bit of sewing. A lot of reading. Bought a clematis -'Winter Wonder' - which is white, for the front of the house along the border from the rambling rose, to replace the ivy which has met its demise at my pruning hands, aided and abetted by neighbour, Don, who was very thrilled to see it go. Also, have got a big bag of mixed narcissi to go in and five white hyacinths which I am potting up tomorrow because I am determined to have hyacinths blooming for Christmas one of these years!
Off to tuck the hens up now, and do some bat watching. Have a lovely Sunday!
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