Home views Page 9. (The chicken disaster)


I have always wanted chickens. When someone in the octopush club said he had some spare (he accidentally bred a whole nest) I asked to borrow a pair for a week. We didn't feel able to cope with the responsibility of keeping them permanently (let alone keeping kids), so this arrangement was perfect.

The chickens were tiny and would not stop moving. They were difficult to photograph. They are like worm eating machings. After a couple of days I learnt how to catch them and would let them out in the garden for a dig around.

On the Friday morning I heard squawking from the cemetary. They had crossed the fence and big black dog was having the time of its life chasing them around the vegetation. I snatched one from in front of its nose just in time, but the other didn't reappear for an hour, and was eventually found by the dog owner (who'd taken her dog back home so she could help look) pecking between the gravestones.

The local fox found them in the night. Yes, I only used a crappy record cabinet as a hutch and I have since heard many long lectures about making your hen house fox-proof. But it's still pretty sad what must have happened while I was asleep. I only got three eggs out of them too.

Earlier on, Becka uprooted most of the privet bushes They are out of fashion and take nutrients away from more interesting plants.

For a change I did something in the garden (as long as it's unskilled). It took about six hours with someone's home shredder that could do a twig at a time. We have the roots to burn later.

Also, there is this sycamore tree in the corner that had to go. Our friend, a landscape gardener, had time to do half of it one afternoon. He made the job look easy.

The chainsawing is just to bring down the trunk and break it into pieces that aren't too heavy to carry. The branches are brought down with a handsaw.

I tried doing the other half myself and a whole load fell on the pavement. People kept walking underneath as I was doing it, sometimes even looking up as they passed. How did we ever evolve as an animal from the trees with this lack of sense of danger?

Earlier on, Becka planted all those attractive sewer pipes and made them into a herb garden.



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20/03/02 ... Julian Todd.