I am worried about my chooks. I went out to put them to bed last night and Regina the mother of the 6 thriving teenagers looked like she had been scalped. I am sure that she had a flap of skin hanging off her head. I could not get close to her as she was obviously spooked and highly protective of her offspring. I thought she was being outcast from the other chooks as she was not going into the shed which made me worry about her and the chicks getting cold. So I brought out a container with some hay for her to use as a sleeping place and as a result I spooked her again and she ran full pelt into the shed. Thinking that that was a good sign, I decided to return the container to the shed (my tendency to OCD would not allow me to leave something where it was not meant to be). This of course made all of the chickens including Bossy 1 & Bossy 2 leave the shed with indignant squawks and strut up and down glaring at me warily. At that stage I thought maybe I was making things worse. Eventually when I checked at 8pm the shed was quiet so I hoped that all was well.
When I checked on Regina this morning she no longer had the loose flap of skin (was I imagining it as I lay awake all night) but she still looked like she was sporting a head wound. Unfortunately there was no way she was letting me get close to her and I did not want to put her through the distress of me trying to catch her, especially considering if I caught her that I had no idea of what I was meant to do. Apart from the head wound they all seem quite calm and happy and I could not pick who the renegade might be if there was one who had become aggressive. There are two things I realised with certainty today. The first is that for some reason you have to be a really, really, really tough chicken or rooster to survive in my chook pen. The second thing is that regardless of what you are mothering, ultimately there is pain involved. This little chook mother is feeling quite frazzled right now.
Day Four of my 30 day challenge. Due to Christmas and other things getting in the way I have not made my normal fruit and vegetable run to Sam’s for 2 weeks now and cannot wait to stock up on the weekend. In the meantime I am just getting bits and pieces. I splurged on some lovely fruit yesterday and whilst I was not worrying about Regina being scalped by ferocious chickens who were fierce descendants of American Indians I was daydreaming about my fruit salad that I was going to have for breakfast. There is something to be said for keeping things simple. Life doesn’t always have to be a circus. Unless you live in my chook pen.
You can really use anything you fancy. I love colour and things that look beautiful so I had to add the blueberries and the pomegranate seeds because they are happiness on a plate. The rest just happened to be what was in season.
Seeds from half a Pomegranate
Handful of blueberries
Handful of strawberries – sliced
½ melon – I used Piel de Sapo
Arrange on a plate so it looks wonderful. Eat and enjoy a perfect summer breakfast