Showing posts with label Chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chickens. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 February 2015

WHAT I GROW IN MY GARDEN: LOST PUMKINS


I have been so busy of late my garden has been neglected. The chooks still produce between three and five eggs a day, three lay every day and the other two are a bit lazy. But I have spent no time cultivating and tending to the veggie patch. So much to my surprise this big pumpkin was hiding under the passionfruit foliage. It has a pressure mark from not being turned, but it is a beauty.


Now off looking for pumpkin recipes. Any suggestions? 

Thursday, 27 November 2014

FAT GIRL WANTS TO BE A MUM, BUT HAS NO MAN IN HER LIFE

Okay, so after having chickens for almost a year I am slowly learning about them. But how do you deal with a clucky chicken? Fat Girl wants a baby.


Our Sussex had not layed an egg for almost three weeks. But she will not move out of the laying box, she sits all day on the other chocks eggs. If I pick her up to move her out, to make sure she eats or to clean the box she goes crazy, flapping her wings and clucking so loud. She will not calm down until I put her pack in on top of an egg, or eggs.

Now with no men in her life, there is no way she, or the other girls, will have fertilised eggs. I do know it is normal for them to get broody in the warmer months. 


It was hard enough to convince myself I was not having any more children, so how do I get Fat Girl to face the fact that she is not going to be a Mum?

Thursday, 6 November 2014

HOW TO RAISE A CHICKEN AND BECOME THE CRAZY LADY

Do you ever think, wow I have reached a whole new level of weird? No, me neither. But I think my neighbours may think that of me after yesterday afternoon.


This is the face of a shamed lady behind bars.

Houdini (our chicken) keeps escaping. She is driving me nuts, I do not know how she is getting out. The getting out is not so much the problem, it is the fact Houdini is a greedy girls and constantly eats through my vegie patch. Plus stripped Jarvis's sunflower garden bare.

So I thought, if I got her inside their home, then chased her she would try to escape and show me her escape route.

So here is me running around the enclosure yelling "naughty Houdini". Then when she fails to show me her escape route I ground her "yelling you are grounded for the rest of the afternoon!".

After yelling at the chicken that she is grounded, like she would totally understand, I look up and see the builders all having a laugh. Well at least they can go home and tell stories about the crazy/weird lady who lived in the house behind their project.


Please tell me I am no the only one who has grounded a chicken?


One fat girl who keeps escaping to get more food.

I would love if you showed this crazy lady some love and head over to my Facebook page and give it a like for me. Links to Facebook and Instagram up on the top right of this page.

https://www.facebook.com/IliskaDreams

Thursday, 4 September 2014

WHAT I GROW IN MY GARDEN: REALITY VERSUS FANTASY


Loving the warmer weather, and so is our newly planted garden. But. today was spent relocating our girls. It seems no matter how hard I try they are naughty, and will fly over into the veggie patch and chow down. They also have a bad habit of coming into the house and making themselves comfy on the rug.

So as much I wanted the girls to be able to roam the entire back yard, this is now not going to happen. With the back third of the yard still waiting for me to finish landscaping, it is a bit of a dirt patch. I am waiting until construction work is done over in the back and the back and side fences are replaced.

I have this fantasy of backyard, and chicken area. I spend ages going through the Dirt Girl World Facebook page, swooning  over other people's yards. But at the moment for a temporary measure the chicken's new area looks like this.


I know look at the top image..fantasy. next image reality :(


Fingers crossed I can build it into the yard I want. Now all I need to do is find/collect old wrought iron gates, old stain glass doors and windows to start on what I have designed. So if anyone out there knows places in Brisbane where I can find these I would love to know. 




Please note: All of the fantasy/inspiration images have been taken from the Dirt Girl World Facebook page.

Thursday, 31 July 2014

EGGS SIX WAYS: STEAMED EGG CAKE

Eggs, lack of them, abundance of them, faulty, double ones. Eggs have been on my mind of late. We added two new girls to our brood, and this coupled with cold nights, our girls are not laying as well as they use to. However, eggs still feature heavy in our diet. One of Jarvis's favourite meals is "Duck Bums" his name for scrambled eggs.

So I thought I would put it out there what are your favourite recipes where eggs are the hero of the dish. I will share six of our egg dishes, starting with one Justin cooks. The recipes is his Mum's and it is one of the softest bounciest sponge cakes ever. Plus super easy to cook.


Ji Dan Gao

Ingredients
4 Eggs
1 Cup of Milk
1 1/12 cups of Flour
1/2 Cup of sugar
1 Tablespoon of oil

Utensils Needed
Mixer
Extra large saucepan
Cake tin
Wooden spoon
Baking Paper

Method
1. Gather and measure out ingredients.


2. Line cake tin with baking paper.
3. Mix eggs and sugar in mixing bowl until thick, do this on high.


4. Slowly add milk and oil.
5. Stop mixing.
6. Add flour gradually, fold though until well combined.


7. Add to cake tin.
8. Steam for 20 minutes.


Serve warm.

Justin's Mum uses a wok and a steamer to do this, but Justin has more success cooking it this way.

Okay so your turn, head over to my Facebook page and post your favourite egg recipe. I will share five more of ours here in the coming weeks.


Note: cooking and photos by Justin

Thursday, 19 June 2014

WHAT KIND OF CHICKEN ARE YOU?

Last week we introduced two new chickens to our brood of chickens. I knew that Hens form strong social groups and establish a pecking order, however I was not prepared for the bitchyness, the fighting and the segregation. The three old girls acted like the "popular, confident bitchy girls". The two new girls were picked on and treated like the "unpopular large girl" and the "weird geeky girl".


I hated watching this it reminded me of school. Can you guess which chicken I was?

We went out to Carindale today; and in less than an hour that we were there, five separate people paid compliments to Jarvis. From how stylishly he was dressed (silly me, a Mum stopped my and was raving about Jarvis's pants and bow tie, when will I learn to say I made them and hand over a business card?) To the simple compliment of what a good looking boy he is.

This has set me off on two trails of thought. One, will Jarvis grow up and expect people to stop him and compliment him? As he gets this every time we go out.

Thought two was why do we act like chickens?  Why do women keep to their own groups, and not including anyone new or different. Why is it so easy to say something nice to a child? But not to another adult?


When was the last time you stopped a random stranger and said something nice? When was the last time you said something nice to someone you know? Which chicken were you? 

Thursday, 12 June 2014

TOILET TRAINED CHICKEN AND TWO NEW GIRLS

A toilet trained chicken? And two new girls added to our brood. Hmm what do you call a collection of chickens?


So the moment Jarvis woke up today he asked "Dad, blue duck". And then repeated the statement over and over. Translation: "Is Granddad coming over soon, so we can go and buy a blue chicken?". Jarvis always calls my Dad, well Dad, I guess cause I do. Justin is always Daddy. The obsession with getting a blue chicken has been strong for ages.

Lucky for the both of us Dad got here by ten am. But not so lucky for Jarvis when we got to the farm, they had thousands of chickens with so many different breeds, but no blue chickens. In the end Jarvis went into this enclosure and played for ages, then he lent down and kissed the black and white girl. So I knew she was the one for us. As Jarvis was leaving the enclosure with his new chicken, the big white girl with the black necklace followed Jarvis out, and then went and sat on Jarvis's feet. So she choose Jarvis. I forgot to ask what breed of chicken these two girls are. Does anyone know?

And to the toilet trained chicken comment. Pav, a our White Leghorn has been coming inside the house and using Tira's kitty litter to poo in. WT? Plus Tira has now slept all afternoon in the box we bought the chicken home. Yes the world is strange. Or maybe just my world. 


Our new white girl is huge, she is only six months old and look at her next to Pav and Om!

Saturday, 7 June 2014

23/52 2014

My little farm boy loves his chickens, they have definitely become part of the family. Jarvis loves them almost a little too much. Both Pav (the white Fox Horn) and Om (the Rode Island Red) allow Jarvis to pick them up and carry them around the yard. I hear myself several times a day yelling "put the chickens down, let them play".

This afternoon we had a meltdown, reason: Jarvis " Broom broom duck. Duck car." Translation Jarvis wanted to take the chickens for a drive in the car. This was abated by me saying he could carry Om to bed.





Last year Jodi inspired me to pick up my camera and turn the focus inward. This year I have opted to continue with the series as I feel there are still so many family stories to be told through photos. So I will continue to Link up with Jodi  (the artist formerly known as Che & Fidel now Practising Simplicity) for the 52 Project. 




Thursday, 5 June 2014

WHAT I GROW IN MY GARDEN: EXCITMENT

Am I the only one who get super excited when the first crop appears on new veggie plants? Our beans have begun to grow, just hoping that we get as many from this planting as we did last time. Though I have to admit, I have not been giving my garden as much love and attention of late. Think a day in the garden is much needed.



On a side note...our chickens now think they are house chickens.
 
Say hello to Om (Omelette), Souf (Souffle), and Pav (Pavlova) 

Thursday, 17 April 2014

WHAT I GROW IN MY GARDEN: SMALL BOYS

The garden is just not for me. It is not just a place to grow organic vegetables. It is not just a place for the chickens to roam. It is Jarvis's place to play, to explore and to learn. He loves the garden. As a baby, taking him out to watch the trees would calm him down. Now as a toddler, the garden offers so much more.

Every afternoon, Jarvis wants to go up and water. Even when it is raining. 

Every experience counts! Babies and young children are learning all the time, with most learning taking place in relationships. The best place to find challenge, wonder, beauty, wisdom and pure joy is in the garden. The easiest way to do this is to provide experiences that will appeal to toddlers while allowing you to be close enough to keep an eye on things.

Jarvis enjoys digging, weeding, moving things in his wheelbarrows and watering plants.

So when we dug, and replanted, the garden for winter crops, much to Dad's dismay (he believes in planting as much as possible to produce a huge range of food) we left a Jarvis patch.

The Jarvis patch. 

Jarvis helped Dad and I dig the soil, then his favourite thing is to poke seeds into the soil. Dad is more than a little OCD like me, and we both would have liked rows of the same seeds. But Jarvis was in charge of the seeds, so this winter they have been planted with wild abandonment. I can't wait to see how and what grows.


So not only is the garden a place for Jarvis to learn and grow. But, also to Jarvis's it is a place to dig and get as muddy as possible. So I guess in my garden I am also growing a small boy. 

We have had to net the garden, the chickens think it is just for them. A wonderland of seeds and seedlings to consume. 

Thursday, 9 January 2014

BECOMING A GARDENER

Not having my own home in years and years I did not know what it was like to tend to the soil. To have the desire to establish and grow a garden. When Justin, Tamika and I moved into our first home together, when I was six months pregnant with Jarvis, I faced an overgrown unmanageable yard that was basically inaccessible.


In the two years we lived at Burn Street I fought that yard, I fought... until I leant to yield. It was then I learnt how to become a gardener.

When we moved into this house the backyard was just a large dirt strip. In the three and a half months we have lived here I have been working with the earth to grow a sustainable garden. One that is aesthetically pleasing, yet more importantly, one that provides us with food.

Each time I plant, I learn new things. New things about food I have not grown before. New things about old favourites. But more importantly new things about myself.

I have landscaped this yard with the knowledge it is a rental and one day we will have to move. But I also plant it for the now, knowing it provides a haven for Jarvis and food for our bellies.

Anyone can do this. Yes, even renters. Obviously I have go to the furthest point a renter can go, but most, if not all of my food can also be grown in large tubs or containers.

My financial outlay has been minimal in regards to the food side of the garden. Bar for seeds, seedlings and a few wooden stakes, all has been scourged and recycled.


The image you see below may not be the most interesting image. But for me it is the highlight of my garden. Grass clippings dried and used as bedding in the chicken pen. Then when the pen is cleaned out each morning the clippings, and poo, go onto the garden bed as mulch. Mulch that keep the soil moist, the weeds at bay and the poo nourished the dirt. Which in turn then will grow tomatoes.



You do not need much 'stuff' to grow a garden, just the desire. Oh and chicken poo helps as well!




 

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

IS THIS NORMAL FOR A CHICKEN?

As I am very new to chicken raising, I am not sure what is classified as 'normal' behaviour or not.


For the last day or so I have been noticing a hole dug in their enclosure. Today when we went up, the white girl was laying in the hole. At first I thought she was struggling to get up, so I reaching in to check on her. She then got up fine.

But it was then I saw that she had been laying on a largish round rock. Does this mean she thinks it is an egg? The white girl is twelve months old and she is a Leghorn Chicken.

We are used to weird animals, Tira is the weirdest cat I have ever known.


Does this mean we will get eggs soon? Or is she just playing surrogate mother to a rock?

 Tira likes to hang out in the cubby house

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

CRANKY PANTS

I came home from work today, and put on my cranky pants. They were so tight, they were choking me. The only thing to do? Throw a childish tantrum and ask "Am I the maid?". Which is obviously ridiculous, because Maids gets paid to clean up other people's crap. I work in retail, so I get paid to be spoken to like crap.


So after stomping around the house for awhile, I realised the only thing to do was to go and play in the dirt. With the chickens following me around, I dug in the soil. Turning over the earth until my cranky pants disappeared.

It was then I got to appreciate my surroundings. The plenitude of flowers on the cucumber plants, the sudden growth of the corn, even the pretty Barbie ribbons tied around the tomato trees. Talking to the 'girls', I felt the tension leave me.

The black chicken is the friendliest, she follows me closely when ever I am in the yard. The girls may have been a gift for Jarvis from Dad, but they certainly make me happy as well.


Yes, they are still "The Girls", or in Jarvis's case Duck, Duck, Duck.


 Any suggestions for names?


 My old wrinkly gardening knee, best solution for tantrums




Thursday, 5 December 2013

WE HAVE EXPANDED OUR FAMILY BY THREE!

Dad knows Jarvis does not need any more 'stuff', so what does a good Granddad get his youngest Grandchild for their birthday? Chickens!

Jarvis spent most of the afternoon talking to the "Ducks".

We got the coop earlier in the week, and today we went for a drive out to a farm to pick up chickens. Jarvis had so much fun, he was literally shaking with excitement shouting "Duck! Duck!' every couple of seconds. According to Jarvis all birds are ducks. There were ducks but we choose three chickens.

Chicken one is a year old, she is a white Leghorn. Chicken two is a ranga she is a Rhode Island Red about three months old. Chicken three (we think, Dad and I forgot to ask) is a Australorp, she is also about three months old.

We get home and put the chickens inside their coop and the first thing Jarvis does is go inside and sit with them. Dad is currently building an extension for them, plus we will let them out to play when we are home, I am just nervous about leaving them out alone because the back is not fully fenced and because of Tira.

Okay so now I need as much advice as possible on how to care for these three girls. Also any suggestions on names?




Miss Leghorn was shy and would not let me get her photo out of the coop, will go up and try again later.