Blood and Feathers

As Gertrude rushes by

with turbulent cloud and intermittent sun

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while our back is turned, Shelia and Floppy jump the netting and beat up Fanny:

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All three are now confined to their houses pending better dividing fences.

Elsewhere there were more peaceful displays of plumage

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We take delivery of a useful book

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When the ducks and the rabbits start ganging up on you…

The Ducks are getting more and more frustrated at being confined to just one large area while they have their worming week.

Today they decided to call upon Rabbit for help

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Rabbit got busy nibbling them an escape route while the Ducks gave her encouragement

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It did not take Rabbit long to make a hole big enough for her to get in

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and for the Ducks to get out

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They got to work grazing the grass outside their fence – which was very similar to the grass inside their fence, but to them it seemed greener

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While Rabbit took a tour of the Ducks’ interesting twig collection

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The wrong kind of nuts

It was mid-September when the first hole was dug to anchor the new polytunnel

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Through various delays and distractions we have pieced it together following the plans

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which require a lot of concentration.

A bit of back-tracking today as the door frames had to be taken down and remade, a case of the wrong sort of nuts. ¬†Anyone could confuse an M8 zinc plate with an M10 Nylock, couldn’t they?

Looks like we might need a bit of help when it comes to skinning:

 

Meanwhile, following his fracas with Shelia, Fanny settles into his new quarters with a couple of lady friends

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Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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Design sense

As the framework of the polytunnel nears completion

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our minds turn to designs for the inside

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So far on our plot we have mainly kept with the layout we inherited so this is our first chance to lay out a space from scratch – obviously we want practicality, imagination, quirkiness, beauty, surprises, aesthetics… – any suggestions or links to exciting pictures very welcome.

Pethan eraill yn y tyddyn heddiw:

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Temperatures rise, hormones race

After a few days of proper January weather the warmth has returned

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One of the ducks spots a rabbit busy in the long grass

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She is collecting mouthfuls

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and taking them to a newly dug burrow or stop

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She re-emerges

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and continues back and forth

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Later she covers the entrance

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until it just looks like a patch of bare earth

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Elsewhere rising sap has been causing trouble in the hen run

Cockerels Shelia and Fanny, who have been living happily side by side for several months, have a bloody set to.

Shelia requires gentian violet treatment

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and lots of sympathy from his ladies

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Fanny gets locked up

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and has a compassionate visit from the ducks

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Floppy, cockerel number 3, looks on

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Meanwhile the small birds are happy to keep on feeding as if it is still winter

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Golden chill

Wake to golden sun
ice spikes march along fence tops
pigs uncertain for once. [*]

 

The usual perspective seems inverted as the normally hazy grey mountains become gleaming bright in the horizontal rays of the early sun.

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A new record last night (only for this winter as last year’s data was lost in a laptop mishap)

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The fence rails are coated in ice crystals

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and the meadow grass likewise

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The next door sheep take to their mound

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To maximise their exposure to the low angle sun

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Having been unmoved by deep mud for many weeks, Bert moves hesitantly as his feet meet the resistance of a slight crust before breaking through to the gloop beneath

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The air chills the cheek but at the same time the sun, although weak, warms the back. Bert feels that too

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Spot wonders what all the fuss is about

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A passing rabbit doesn’t waste energy on unnecessary hops, deciding instead to stare it out from beneath a shrub

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The bird feeders are swarmed with Chaffinches, Blue Tits, Great Tits and Goldfinches with a sprinking of Green Finches, House Sparrows, Siskins and one Coal Tit

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Woodpecker, Dunnock and Nuthatch also visit while birds pause to soak up sun energy

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[*] Thanks to Ros for reminding me about Haiku