Mend it Monday

My goodness, another Monday mend?

Well, I can’t help it if things break at the weekend, can I? This time it’s my quilted egg basket. The handles had both been mended several times with electrical tape, but the plastic has become brittle from sitting around in the laundry in the heat.

Time to think creatively. At some point, the plastic will deteriorate beyond use, but for now, all it needs is a new handle. Yes, a pink one. Why not? I had a piece of pink webbing which was just long enough, left over from a bag I made in 2015. (Yes, I do hang onto stuff that might come in useful, and see, it came in useful!) I cut off the old handles, trimmed the top edge to shape, and stitched it on.A bit of zigzaggery (I didn’t bother to change the thread colour, I like a bit of contrast), and the job was done.

It will live to collect the eggs another day.

The slacker clucker

I don’t know what the Girls think they’re up to.

I mean, this was part of today’s offering. That large one is 80g (3oz), and the smallest one weighs 17g (just over half an ounce) and is 75mm (1 3/8 inches) long. Someone was doing overtime to cover for the slacker’s pathetic effort. We’ve  had small eggs before, but nothing as ridiculous as this.

It’s about the size of a plover’s egg, and I look forward to seeing what’s inside. There may be a tiny yolk, or no yolk, or all yolk.

A mystery for tomorrow’s breakfast!

A very local economy

It’s about as local as it can get.

I have free range chooks, who lay 4-5 eggs a day. They eat grass, grubs, weeds, kitchen scraps and organic free range layer grains. That many eggs is too many for just two people, even having eggs for breakie every day. So my neighbours across the back fence and I have a good deal going. They have a tomato glut just now (mine aren’t anywhere near ready yet). Every few days, I put half a dozen eggs in the basket on the back fence. Every few days, I get tomatoes back, and if they have none just then, they pay me for the eggs.

Today was tomato day. These are the interesting ones. The regular tidy ones have gone straight into the fridge to be sliced for salads and sandwiches.

These are sliced, drizzled with garlic olive oil, seasoned with oregano and chicken salt* and baked at 180°C for 45 minutes. And to make good use of the oven while it’s on, I’m also doing a tray of sweet potato wedges, also oiled and seasoned with chicken salt and smoked paprika. I shall probably have some of the tomatoes and wedges with a poached egg and some salad for lunch. Eggs and tomatoes are a marriage made in heaven in my opinion.

All grown within 20 metres of each other and my house. Local.

*Chicken salt is an Australian thing. You put it on your hot chips (french fries) and anything else that needs a salty boost. It consists of salt, ‘chicken flavour’, paprika, onion, citric acid, garlic, rice flour, pepper and celery seed. Just like regular salt, only much more interesting!

Emu dressed as chicken

It’s the only explanation.

My Girls are still young, and I wouldn’t normally expect Extra Large (60g) eggs from chooks until their second year. However, they’re regularly producing eggs in the Large to Extra Large range, which I feel indicates they are well-fed and contented.

However, I think there’s an interloper in the flock.

It HAS to be an emu. It’s the only explanation.

Below, an Extra Large egg, at 59g/2oz.  Above… well, on its own, it weighed 110g/nearly 4oz. Ouch.

The Husband and I will be squabbling over who gets this one for breakfast – it’s clearly a double-yolker. I have yet to discover which of the Girls offered up this monster. I only know it’s not Lacey, who lays more petite darker brown eggs. I have my suspicions, and Peachy is top of the list…

I’ll be keeping an eye on that girl.

Tales of Chookonia # 5, the egg basket

This should really be a ScrapHappy post, but I couldn’t wait.

The Girls are now all laying, bar Lacey, who is clearly smaller and younger and not quite ready yet. One of them, and I can’t tell who, is laying  e n o r m o u s  double-yolked eggs. Take a look at this monster.

Most of the eggs weigh between 50 and 60 grams (1¾-2oz) each, but this huge one weighed 90 grams (over 3oz)! It’s the second one we’ve had, so clearly one of the Girls has it in her regular repertoire.

Anyway, now that I have more than one or two eggs to collect each morning, I wanted a container. I don’t want to put them in the empty scraps bucket as it’s a) usually dirty once I’ve emptied the scraps; and b) hard, and they’ll roll around and get cracked. So I decided something needed a quilted lining. Well, I would, wouldn’t I…?  I had a small plastic ‘bucket-style’ basket which I could line.

And of course, it required chicken-themed fabric. Luckily, I had scraps left over from when I used this fabric for one of my Parterre blocks, and it was just enough to do the inside of the basket lining plus a couple of small ties to hold the lining in.

The back of the lining is scraps from the backing for the recently-completed Tyger quilt. The binding is scraps from the Floribunda quilt. The batting is also scraps from Tyger. See what I mean about it being a scrappy project?

Don’t the eggs look pretty?  Who says practical has to be boring?

Tales of Chookonia #5: Finally!

Laying has begun!

The Girls have been studiously ignoring their tastefully appointed nesting boxes up till now. However, having provided them with an alternative out in the chook yard instead of inside the hen house (an Air B-egg-B, if you like), they have decided to finally take the hint. It’s nice and brown, and isn’t even as small as I’d expect a first egg to be.

This is almost certainly Ruth’s work. Currently, she’s the only one that looks ready to lay, although a couple of the others are nearly there. She’s large, her bum is very fluffy, her comb is larger than the others, and both comb and wattles are bright red. She’s also quite assertive about her place at the feeder and at rushing me when I come to the chook run, in case there’s some super-tasty snackage going.

Hopefully Elizabeth, Blanche, Peachy and Lacey follow suit soon.  Freshly-laid poached eggs on buttered toast: the food of the gods.

I must go and sort out some egg boxes…

Chasing a ‘solution’

It works!  The grasshopper net has made its inaugural catch.

As luck would have it, I was the first successful net operator, and was able to capture the details. Here is the solution to the grasshopper problem: chook protein. I could go on about the balletic grace with which I leaped about in the shade house…. but I’d be lying. There was a lot of crashing about and salty language. But I got her, and she was a big’un, at nearly 3 inches long.

In some haste (because she has sharp claws on those long legs, and strong jaws) I marched over to the chook yard and shook out the net. Instantly, 5 pairs of beady eyes focussed on the stunned and briefly still insect. And then it was on! Blanche* was the quickest off the mark.

Blanche in (temporary) sole possession

First one, then another of the birds would grab it and run hectically around with the thing dangling from its beak. Another bird would catch up and steal it. And again. And again. I swear, I stood there for a solid 20 minutes watching. Thing is, the grasshopper was too large for any of them to deal with all in one go. The legs are just too long and spiky. I mean, chickens can and do hunt and eat mice, but insects tend to be smaller and more manageable. The poor girls just needed a quiet moment to dismember it, but no such luck. Eventually it disintegrated from being pulled from one beak to another…

Ruth making a break for it, with the rest in hot pursuit

So I’d rate the whole thing a roaring success. Because 1) I got rid of a pest; 2) The chooks got extra protein and honed their hunting instincts; and 3) Lots of entertainment!!

I must see what they can do with a worm. I have plenty of those!

 

*The Girls have been renamed. All the Egg’ names were very clever and all that, but not really user-friendly.  So we have: Elizabeth, because she’s Queen of the flock; Ruth, because she’s the darkest, with a white ‘lace’ collar and is named after RBG, my heroine; Blanche, because she’s the lightest and has white undies; Peachy, because she has peach undies; and Lacey, because she has laced feathers on her back – she’s also the smallest and naughtiest, so her nickname is Madam Houdini.

The problem is the solution

We don’t have a grasshopper problem.

We have a chook protein solution!

Well, ok, it is a slight problem. Valanga irregularis is Australia’s largest grasshopper at a documented average of 75mm long (but has been known to go up to 90mm). For those who don’t speak metric, that’s about 3 – 3½ inches long. I know I’ve seen them bigger than that, though… They’re endemic to tropical and sub-tropical Australia, and we have them in the back yard. The little devils are hard to catch though, because they’re fast. Also, being so large they’re very destructive. They have a place in the ecosystem, but I wish there were fewer of them, now that the back yard is going to become more productive.

Anyway, the previous owners of the house had left behind a few very dilapidated garden tools and pieces of equipment. Amongst them was a rather tragic home made ‘butterfly’ type-net. The handle and frame were cleverly made from plastic-coated heavy-duty wire, but the home-made net part was totally rotten and full of holes. No self-respecting grasshopper would be held for long by something as inadequate as this.

We wanted a decent net to catch the grasshoppers. They’re a pest and they’re protein. The Girls would be gaining both nutrition and enjoyment from clearing them up for us, whilst at the same time doing sterling pest-reduction service. (They’re already playing merry hell with the green ant population – go, Girls!). So I dug out my roll of leftover mosquito netting, cut off a chunk, serged it into a sort of bag and stitched it around the frame. Item: one grasshopper catcher.

I look forward to feeding the resulting catch to the Girls. It’s almost as entertaining as bacon rinds…

Slytherin through Chookonia…

Our friendly rodent exterminator has taken up residence.

(TW: large snakes)

He’s a carpet python, and being non-venomous, is of no danger to us or indeed the Girls, but only the rats and mice that might be after the chook grain. Granted, he can give you a painful nip, but really, why would you want to get close enough to mess with him?

Sorry for the bad photo, but it was taken at night, in the dark, and very quickly. He’s about 2 metres/6ft 3″ long and is rather skinny, so clearly hunting has not yet been very profitable. The Girls didn’t seem too fussed about him, and quite honestly, I’d much rather have him around than rats or mice. For one thing, he leaves both the chickens and their grain alone.

The Husband thinks we should name him. The obvious choice would be to call him Severus Snake, but nah, too, well, slimy. He’s actually rather a good guy. I think we should call him Arnie. He is, after all, the (Ex)Terminator of all things rodent.

Sorry if this has all been rather traumatising, I know loads of people hate snakes. Australia definitely has more than its fair share of the really nasty, deadly ones. Arnie is just a great big fluffly pussycat by comparison.

He’s welcome to the job, I hope he makes a big success of it.

Tales of Chookonia #4: What a hoopla!

We got it done!

I’m talking about the hoop-coop, the chicken tractor, the daycare facility for the Girls. They have inspected it and appear to find it acceptable…

I looked at loads of YouTube videos about making a light, manageable, roomy chicken tractor. I looked at different materials, speed of assembly, price and minimal opportunity for stuffing it up. And I finally decided on PVC pipe. It’s inexpensive, it’s durable, it’s light and it’s easy to work with.

I did the drawings. I function best when I can make a picture of what I’m planning, and although this isn’t a technical drawing by any means, it has the information I need.

We bought the stuff and laid it out on the grass in the back yard. We looked at it, looked at each other, and couldn’t find a decent excuse not to get cracking. So we got cracking.

Day 1, we got the frame assembled. Day 2 we added the wire mesh, made the door frame and door, and added the towing ropes.

At the end of the afternoon it was done, and we pulled it up to the gate of the chook yard, opened both door and gate and stood back. The Girls investigated. We watched. They thought it was fine, but after an hour they took themselves back into the chook yard, where I’d thoughtfully provided a pile of watermelon rinds, which they love. It was all painless. They walked in without urging, and walked back out the same way. It’s not going to be a problem.

We still have to gussy up the back end with a bit of tarpaulin to provide shade and weather shelter. I need to make or buy a smaller water feeder to put in there. And that’s about it. We can move them around on the grass in the back yard, which they’ll help keep short for us while they reduce the bug population. We can keep them in there if we need to do work in the main chook yard or the hen house. We can keep them in there if they go broody, since there are no nesting boxes.

It wasn’t without its moments, but this build was pretty straightforward and definitely not complicated. No special skills required; I’d say the hardest part was getting 3m/10ft lengths of pipe home from the hardware shop.

Anyway, we’re looking forward to watching them on their travels around the back yard.