Posted by: kathandroger | March 25, 2018

Calm….and Crappy.

Clocks went forward last night, we saw our first swallow a few days ago, and we await the cuckoo. Chiffchaff has been singing his chiffchaff song for a few weeks now, and must surely be getting bored with the monotony of his own voice. The blossom on our nectarine seems to have survived the frost, and the other fruit trees are peeping their buds in the orchard. All is calm and cool at the moment, as we prepare for the oncoming season. My favourite time of the year, when the summer birds arrive and the restrained energy of nature, marking time during the past couple of months, bursts into life. Even a muddy delve into the leaking water pipe and struggling with an old brass fitting didn’t dampen our enthusiasm for the weeks ahead.
But I could not find the long lived toad, Crappy, in the cellar. He has been there for possibly 30 years, and has been showing his age recently. Has he passed to Toad Heaven, I wondered. It would be a great loss to the farm, as he was there with the previous owners, who often ask about him. But yesterday I found him again, looking old and withered. He probably felt the same about me, but said nothing. I was overjoyed to see an old friend and immediately made my way to our vegetable garden to dig him a worm. I think the worms knew I was coming because it took ages to find one. Crappy looked happy with his free meal, but took a long time to devour it. I hope he isn’t becoming anorexic.IMG_3933
Chickens will eat anything. In the past they have eaten castrated piglet testicles which I threw to them after the adult pigs had refused the offering. But they do have their preferences, and really love old cold spaghetti and other assorted pastas. In view of their Italian dietary preferences, this weeks’ offering was an old pizza. There was no hesitation at all; all six seem to love pizza, and it was soon devoured by the hungry mob.IMG_3935
All this chicken food variation is resulting in an egg glut. Now that those silly medical people have decided that eggs are good for us again, we are becoming egg bound. But the chicks can’t decide which size of egg to lay. The one on the left had no yolk, and the one on the right had two!IMG_3932
But back to the forthcoming springtime. I passed the first open primroses today, and the skylarks are rejoicing in the warmer weather. The silence of the early morning was only perforated by birdsong and crowing of a rampant cockerel in the distance. And how do I know the cockerel is rampant? It was Decker, our own fine looking and insatiable male, easily heard from several fields away. I hope the neighbours like the crowing as much as we do. But time is limited for him: unless we can find a new home he will become “Coq au vin” before the guests arrive.

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