Fowl Play
Posted: Wed 31 October, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Domestic, Green Garden Leave a comment »I know, it’s a clichéd title – but hey ho. Live with it.
Anyway, we’ve had contact from the person supplying us with our chickens, coop, and all the guff for starting us off with three chickens. We pick them up on Sunday – just in time for my birthday. The coop is fuckin’ huge – 3′ x 2′ x 8′, so I’m hiring a van for the day to pick everything up.
In a bizarre way I’m actually looking forward to getting them – it’s going to make for some interesting times, having three chickens as well as Hound and Psycho Cat…
Snoozy Pooch
Posted: Sun 28 October, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Domestic Leave a comment »For whatever reasons, it’s obviously been a busy (and tiring) weekend for Hound. She’s currently fast asleep in her basket, with just the occasional wake-up and look-round thing going on.
It’s very sweet – and gives us both an excuse to do Not Much, so that Hound can snooze on. Not that we needed much of an excuse, to be honest.
Routine
Posted: Fri 12 October, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Domestic 2 Comments »I’ve commented many times before about the fact that Hound is distinctly autistic, and has what amounts to a very set routine to get her through the day. This has eased up slightly since we started her on the homeopathic pills (known colloquially round Chez Lyle as ‘Happy Pills’- it’s a pretty descriptive name, really) but she is still highly driven by her routines and patterns. A lot of the time it’s a pain in the arse, but at the same time it also gives us a good indicator when something’s wrong, because the pattern changes to her “not feeling well” one.
Anyway, she’s happier when everything is routine, and she knows what’s going on, and (I think most importantly) what’s likely to happen next. At the moment mornings, in particular, are a case in point for this. She still doesn’t actually like me leaving the house – despite plenty of knowledge that I will be coming back later – but so long as the morning follows her timetable pretty well, she’s OK with it.
The knock-on effect of this, though, is that it means I’ve also developed a kind of routine for the morning. In fairness, it’s probably no bad thing to be working on auto-pilot when it’s 5.30 in the morning. But I do find it interesting how easily I slip into a routine of my own – I’ve written before about the fact that despite the fact I like to think I’m pretty random, I do have a lot of bits of my life that fall into their own patterns, which I still find weird, but there we go.
As it is, though, it just makes life easier in the mornings to have that pattern – it means Hound still gets stressy when (for example) I put my bag by the front door, as it means I’m going to be leaving soon, but so long as I keep things fairly standard, she’s then fine when it comes time for me to lock up the back door, and go out the front.
It has to be said, sometimes I don’t know who’s more insane – us or Hound.
Plucking Hell
Posted: Mon 10 September, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Domestic, Green 1 Comment »So yes, after yesterday’s visit to the chicken place, it looks almost certain that we’ll be getting some chickens before the end of the year – and quite probably some time in October.
Whether we buy them from the place we visited, or (as Lionel suggests) we try to get some ex-battery hens that’re in need of rehoming (and that would then just have to be called Duracell, Ever Ready, and Energiser) is something that has yet to be decided. Ethically, we’d like to go for the latter, but there’re also the issues about a) finding the ex-battery hens, and b) the fact we’ve never done this before.
Perhaps on that score we’re better off starting off with new birds, rather than ones that’ve already had a crap start, and (in our case) will certainly have “issues”. Mind you, the ones with “issues” would fit in with our other animals… Then again, it’d be nice to have at least one sane creature in the house. (Not literally “in” the house, in the case of chickens, but ohhhh, you get what I mean)
It’s certainly going to be interesting, though.
What’s that coming over the hill?
Posted: Fri 7 September, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Domestic Leave a comment »Last night, we got another reminder of just what a total fanny Hound can be.
The garden has a large number of frogs in it – no bad thing at all – and last night, a tiny one had made its way into the kitchen. When I say tiny, I mean one that’s a maximum of 2 or 3cm in size. That’s it.
Not that you’d believe it, if you’d seen Hound’s reaction. Total meltdown, panic, faffing about, whining, just not knowing what to do at all. If she’d have been able to speak, the conversation would’ve been something along the lines of “Look, look, there, I don’t know what it is, it’s a monster! Run! Run! Hide! It’s a monster!”
She is such a fanny.