Looks like Amelia and Gwen are all ‘growed’ up. We had two large eggs this morning. Once again, they have done things in tandem which is quite remarkable.
The little ones have been averaging around 50g. The large ones were 72g and matched the size of large eggs from Waitrose. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
With some of the little eggs I made a quick sponge cake, using the old method of weighing eggs in shells and adding equivalent weights of flour, sugar and butter. It worked well although I could have done with a four egg mixture for more cake!
We had an escape by Gwen earlier in the week – she just shot upwards over the netting fencing – I’m not sure who was more shocked, she or I. Milo gave chase but I soon put paid to that and ushered her back in. She hasn’t done it again!
Well, those three large eggs turned out to be double yolkers. Made a smashing breakfast.
On Sunday having finally got round to mowing the grass (hubby did it), I decided to let the chickens have a free range around the garden. We had to keep an eye on Ianto the cat who was very interested but didn’t seem to want to pounce. Milo, on the other hand, disgraced himself by chasing one of them – I’m relieved he doesn’t show any sign of wanting to hurt them - its just the excitement of seeing them run and flap – but its not fair on the birds so I’ll be doing some training on that score.
Milo, the dog, had us in stitches last week. The cat hared in the cat flap – we think the fox was outside. This always incites Milo to charge to the door and defend the cat’s honour. Well this time, he did it just a bit too forcefully and ended up smashing his way through the cat flap. This was the result….
I didn't mean it mum!
The chickens have amused me today as I weeded a bed next to them, constantly running back and forth and chuntering away to me. They do seem to like company (or is it the prospect of food?).
I’ve spent some time too on family tree research. Delighted to have found a contact in Australia related to a my great, great, grandmother. He is coming to England this week and we may meet up sometime in July.
When dad died in 2007 he left many photos and negatives – hardly surprising as he was a photographer by profession. I have recently collected most of them and am spending a huge amount of time photographing all the negatives (some 500), reformatting them in Photoshop to create positives. Aside all the still life and nature shots there are loads of friend and family photos which I am trying to identify. I discovered that dad’s best man at his wedding was also my godfather and there are several pictures of him which I have been able to forward on to other researchers of him family. I just wish dad was still alive – he would so love to have known of all the family I have found in my trawling of the web and through genealogy forums.
