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End of summer garden thoughts

♥Sep. 1st, 2020 // 06:07 pm
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It’s officially autumn, now, and the weather agrees. So, how’s the garden doing?

Gardeney )

In other news, the second half of the concert happened successfully, Benny is slightly lame and the vet is trying to sort him out, we have Eaten Out To Help Out (once), Lettice stole a clutch of eggs (v unusual for a runner) and today I went to Little Quilt Club, where we sat catching up for a couple of hours and then went home without any actual sewing taking place: masks made it hard to listen to what people were saying across the room, so it was a bit hard work, but everyone was present or accounted for, so that was good.
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Concerts in a time of Corona

♥Aug. 17th, 2020 // 08:44 pm
Yesterday, we went to a gig.

The local folk organisers have been experimenting with tiny concerts (25ish audience, to keep it below the limit of 30 people) in their back garden. They’re quite fortunate that there are a lot of folk musicians living in the area, including Alan Prosser.

He was a bit nervous to start (three days’ notice, and he’d not had a gig in months), but he did a good first set.



Just as he finished the last song, the thunderstorms that we’ve had warnings of for the last week made themselves known. Cue brollies, tarps, and frantically putting bin bags over all the equipment, followed by standing around chatting and comparing rainfall radar apps.



Eventually, the tech guy shook his head and said he didn’t dare turn anything back on until it had had a few days to dry out, so we folded up our socially distanced chairs and headed for home, Mike driving the ten minute trip very carefully in the pouring rain.

It had slackened off by the time we got home, which was fortunate. Then we noticed that the ground wasn’t actually very wet, and... 0.3mm of rain when roads were flooding in the village. Hey ho.

They’re hoping to put on the second set later this week, provided the PA still works!
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Too hot

♥Aug. 8th, 2020 // 10:42 am
That is all.
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That time of the year already?

♥Jul. 12th, 2020 // 03:01 pm
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I came off Benny a few weeks ago, and bashed my hand on the fence. It’s still not right, so I took myself off to the hospital this week and had it x-rayed, which confirmed that (as I thought at the time) nothing is broken, so now I’m going to play “hunt the physio with in-person treatments”.

(And speaking of in-person treatments, I’m off to get my legs waxed next week! But I can’t have my eyebrows done, even though it takes two minutes and I can wear a mask during it. But men can get their beard trimmed, sans mask, and that’s safe. Hmmm.

And I had a probably-illegal-but-sod-it Pilates session, which was nice.)

Although the sore hand hasn’t stopped me from riding, last week Benny went A Bit Funny in trot. We had the vet out, and he’s to have a couple of weeks off in the stableyard. At least we don’t need to take them up and down the hill, I guess.

The broadbeans are pretty much over, but the mange tout are just starting to be useful and the peas aren’t far behind. One of my experimental attempts to grow lemongrass seems to have worked; I have no idea what the actual plant will look like or how one goes about harvesting it once it’s grown, but I’m looking forward to finding out.

I need to decide if I’m going to do Christmas hampers (I know, I know, but it’s cherry season). On the one hand, it’s getting a bit dull. On the other, I’m not sure it’s as dull as trying to find over a dozen quirky, thoughtful, non-tat presents every year.

I really should change my default usericon. Not sure I’ve got any good ones of Bob.
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I stand with Jo

♥Jun. 14th, 2020 // 01:45 pm
Like a lot of women — like Jo Rowling — I’ve been doing a lot of reading on the subject of transgenderism over the last couple of years.

In my case, I went looking after receiving rape threats for saying “you need a uterus to have periods”. What on earth was so staggeringly wrong about saying that you couldn’t shed your uterine lining without having a uterus? How did a statement of biology lead to such a violent and sexualised response?

So I went looking. I spoke to lots of people, and read lots of articles, on all three sides of the debate.

It got long )
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Start of summer

♥Jun. 7th, 2020 // 04:33 pm
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Bob started the week with a wobbly front tooth, and was anyway overdue for his jabs and checkup, so I booked a visit for him. The tooth came out before the visit, but we went ahead with it anyway, which involved waiting in the car, speaking to the vet by phone, and then putting Bob’s lead onto a wall hook and stepping away while the vet took him inside on a disposable lead (repeat in reverse order afterwards). He’s got a clean bill of health, and the tooth was probably just bashed when he was chewing a stick or playing fetch. He has, however, rather scraped his nose trying to get his muzzle off, so we’ve gone back to just his (newly tightened) head collar and being careful. Things do seem to be getting quieter again, with not so many strangers about, which is presumably a combination of the weather changing and there being more things for people to do now.

(Oddly, the dog vets were pretty relaxed about his jabs, saying that he only needed to start from scratch if they were more than three months late. In the horse world, you can’t even be a day late before you have to re-start the sequence.)

In good nature news, the swallows have hatched at least five chicks. In less good nature news, the horse flies have arrived (although the change in the weather seems to have slowed them back down). The change in the weather? It has indeed gone colder and grey, although I was hoping for something a little better than the 8mm of rain we’ve had this week.

The garden work is starting to slow down a bit, with the last of the squash planted out, the damaged polytunnel plants replaced, the pruning up to date, and the weeding much more leisurely than it was. (The tomato side shoots that we put in water are starting to root, but we also realised that we had a couple of the right variety in the spares tray, so the new ones will probably go in pots in the conservatory.) We even shared a strawberry, but have strong competition from animals domestic and wild so I’m not sure how many more we’ll get....

Today, we moved the horses up the hill to their summer pasture. They seemed quite pleased with all that grass!
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May rainfall: 18mm (average: 45mm)

♥May. 31st, 2020 // 05:02 pm
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The veg bed is now all planted out for the summer, and we picked our first broad beans (at least ten of them! There are lots more coming on, though, and the first courgettes, and bean flowers). The kohl rabi is just starting to swell at the base (note to self: check if it wants to be earthed up a little, or have straw put around it to support the bulb).

When I pinched out the tomatoes, I kept a couple of bigger side shoots of the variety that ZuZu’s been at: they are apparently very easy to root, so we’ll see what happens. I’m also having a go with some left-over lemon grass, as apparently that’s quite easy to get going as well. (Also some tarragon from a bag of supermarket cut herbs, but I don’t have any great hopes for it so am still keeping an eye out for some in a pot.)

All that’s left to do veg-wise is some more autumn squash, that are going in the front garden: we took out a bit of overgrown hedge, liberally “underplanted” with ground elder, so I was planning on dumping a load of manure on it, covering it with weed fabric, and seeing how it looks for planting something new later in the year, and if I’m going to do that anyway then I may as well leave the manure in heaps, cut slits in the fabric, and stick the spare squash in there. We’re just waiting for the boys to produce a bit more organic matter and then we can sort that bed out.

I’ve even finished the first big weed of the garden that I’ve managed since September, so now it’s the much easier job of tidying up occasional seedlings: at least the lack of rain is good for something?

I was worried last week about some of my sewing ladies: predictably, all the missing ones got in touch shortly after I sent the newsletter out, and all are doing ok.

We went to check on the orchids, and the monkeys are doing splendidly now. We also saw some fragrant orchids, just coming out, and a fine butterfly orchid, although whether Greater or Lesser is a mystery to us.

Mike finally cracked and had me cut his hair. It’s a bit shorter than he usually has it, but I think it’s ok and he hasn’t shaved it all off in a panic or anything.

The woods seem to have got a bit quieter again, so we think we can risk leaving off Bob’s muzzle, at least during the week.

This afternoon, we went to set up the boys’ summer pasture. Mike did a lot of clearing of brambles and nettles, while I plodded up and down the hill setting up the electric fence to keep the boys away from the barbed wire.
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I could do without the excitement....

♥May. 24th, 2020 // 06:14 pm
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In the garden, everything except the autumn squash and the sweetcorn is either planted out or in final pots. Fenced off from the beans, Zu Zu is taking it out on the tomatoes and has managed to kill at least one plant; I’ll have to figure out a way to keep her out of the polytunnel, at least until they get bigger, which is annoying as I want the runners in there (and in the veg bed, really) for pest control.

We ate the last of last year’s squash this week, and are near to the end of the passata. I’m hoping to pick a few broadbeans soon, as there are a few plump pods.

We were very hopeful about yesterday’s thunder storms, but in the end we barely got a quarter of an inch of rain (and hail). They were sharp but short.

(My mother has potted on her tomatoes. I’m still getting photos twice a week and detailed updates on how they’re doing!)

GB’s been looking quite stiff, which is worrying: it won’t be long before he has to walk up and down the hill to the summer field, hopefully he’s still up to it.

We had a bit of drama in the week, when Bob slipped his head collar and went for a couple of dogs. We were very relieved when all that came of it was a tiny cut on one of them, because it looked like it was going to be bad, but we’ve taken to walking him with his muzzle on for now. The woods are much more crowded than usual (both with locals who don’t usually go for walks and with people driving here) and seeing lots of strange dogs seems to be making his behaviour go backwards. A shame, given how much progress he’s made over the years.

We went to Costco in the week (no part-baked bread or vitamin D, still one-per-customer on pasta), and to the garden centre (vain hope of getting aubergine plants).

I was wondering how my sewing group ladies were doing so I emailed around and got them to send me updates, which I’ve put into a little newsletter and sent out for them all (didn’t want to risk them sending photos to the whole group, which was definitely the right call based on what they sent me). Slightly alarmed that one of the ones I know is good with email didn’t reply, but hopefully there’s a benign explanation.
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In the veg bed

♥May. 17th, 2020 // 03:02 pm
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Busy week in the garden. We earthed up the potatoes for the first time, as we expected (and got) a frost, then yesterday we planted out the summer squash and the beans, as we’re fairly sure that that was the last frost. Today, we put the peppers and aubergines in the polytunnel, but the aubergines are very pathetic-looking, so we might have to try to buy some plants. Just the autumn squash and sweetcorn still to go, and the chillis and tomatillos to pot on.

I do feel sorry for all the people not in frost-prone areas who lost plants to the frost. I guess there are advantages to having to be cautious. I don’t think we took any real damage from it, although a few of the leaves on the wisteria look a bit frazzled.

My mum (stuck in the UK for the summer) was vaguely thinking about trying to get tomato seed, so I suggested that she cut up a tomato and put it in a pot. She now has a pot full of little seedlings, which she’s very proud of!

I’ve bought a little temporary wire fence, small enough to step over, and put it around the veg bed to keep the ducks out: they are good slug control, but they also have a habit of stepping on things and partially uprooting them. Once the plants are a bit more settled in, I should be able to take it down and let them back in there.

In non-garden news, I had a riding lesson yesterday. We had to wait until our instructor got the go-ahead from her insurance company, but they decided it was ok with the new guidance mid-week.
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It’s raining!

♥May. 10th, 2020 // 03:50 pm
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Only a tiny bit, but it is rain.

I’ve been doing a lot of weeding, again. Nearly at the end of the first big pass around the garden, so hopefully it will slacken off a bit now. We’re thinking that we’ll start to plant out the non-hardy stuff next week, weather forecast permitting.

After several weeks of being unable to buy sacks of flour (despite all the reports saying it was just a packaging issue with small bags), Mike managed to score sacks of white and wholemeal bread flour. The former we buy regularly anyway, but wholemeal doesn’t have a great shelf life: we bagged half of it up in 2kg bags and Mike very quickly sold it to people in the village. Interestingly, unlike the last couple of times he’s offered them, there was no interest in boxes of eggs, so I guess retail eggs are now back to normal. We have many eggs.

We had One Of Those Days in the week, or rather One Of Those Fifteen Minutes: I broke a joint on the outside water pipe (local out of work builder came and fixed it the next morning) and Mike dropped a bottle of balsamic vinegar on the kitchen floor, which went everywhere; I even found glass on the dining table. Not fun, but Bob seems to have learnt that, when things get dropped and smash, he’s to go and wait in the hall until we go to fetch him.
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Masks, flour and gardening: such is life, these days

♥May. 3rd, 2020 // 11:12 am
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Things are starting to happen in the garden. The potatoes are sprouting, and the tomatoes are in the polytunnel. I planted out kohl rabi, and Bob promptly ran through the middle of the bed and snapped off a load of leaves....

We had an unexpected hail storm in the week, and it was only after watching it for a few minutes that I remembered the seedlings, hardening off on the patio. Fortunately very little damage done, although I got drenched.

We’ve had a fairly respectable amount of rain this week, which is good for the garden and the field. The horses are a lot happier now that there’s something for them to eat.

Given the way things seem to be going, I’ve started making face masks. I sent the first couple to my sister, as she’s out and about a lot working, and now I’m just waiting for some more hair bands to arrive in the post to make more. I’m using the Olson pattern, if anyone’s thinking of making some. I recommend writing the piece numbers on the fabric (wrong side) the first time, but once you’ve figured out the method they’re pretty simple.

Mike not only managed to buy yeast at the local hippy food shop but also placed an order online for flour delivery. The white flour will be fine where we normally keep it, but we’ll have to freeze most of the brown (which is why we don’t usually get brown by the sack, but there’s been none in the shops for weeks, and we’ve run out). I do wonder if it’s worth a post to the local Facebook group: “flour for sale, village hall car park from x-y pm tomorrow”.
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Weather whinge

♥Apr. 26th, 2020 // 11:31 am
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Still no more rain. They’re saying we’ll get some at the start of next week, and I hope we do because the field is looking very short and dead. We had another frost last night, but only a light one.

Mike gave GB a hair cut, but continues to change the subject when I point out that GB isn’t the only one in need. For some reason, Mike doesn’t trust me....

I’ve been doing lots of weeding, and am now getting towards being on top of it. Not being able to get onto the flower beds from October to March meant I wasn’t able to get in and clear the autumn weeds, so it’s all a bit of a mess.

For my birthday last year, Mike got me a kantha embroidery kit, which I finally got around to doing over the last couple of weeks. It’s understated, but I like it:

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Several things make a post

♥Apr. 19th, 2020 // 03:01 pm
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As the garden centres are (mostly) closed, and the online suppliers are (mostly) falling over under the strain, I sent an email to the lady up the road who opens her garden under the National Garden Scheme and arranged to buy some plants from her. She had some alliums that she was going to have to plant out, so amongst other things I got a tray of 20 for £10.

We had a whole half inch of rain on Saturday. That’s all we’ve had so far this month, and we’re now back to sun and a dry wind for the foreseeable future. The garden’s getting very dry, but I’m more worried about the grass not growing; we shouldn’t be having to give the horses more hay at this time of year. We also had a frost, but fortunately it wasn’t bad enough to damage the wisteria flower buds (which are looking very promising this year).

Mike took out some of the overgrown beeches in the garden, and the tree surgeons came and took out some more (they were both more overgrown and had the phone line running through them, so it seemed safer to get the pros in). That should mean more light and less competition for the veg bed this year, which is good.

In what I doubt is an unusually occurrence right now, Mike went to do the weekly trip to the farm shop and found that the car battery was dead. Fortunately, I knew that the Up The Hills have a battery jump start thing, so we borrowed that and got the car going again. Mike has now ordered one of our own, just in case.

It’s become noteworthy to see an aircraft contrail. Starting to feel like a Pacific Island cargo cultist, next thing you know we’ll be worshipping Prince Phillip (or should that be Boris?)....

The swallows have arrived, and the early purple orchids are in bloom. The wild garlic is going over, but I did pick a bag to make experimental wild garlic jam. Jam-ish )
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Cookoo

♥Apr. 12th, 2020 // 11:07 am
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(Heard one this morning, not turning into one.... Also saw a swallow a few days ago, but it didn't stick around.)

I've just counted up how many days there were over the autumn/winter that the field was to wet for the horses to go out: 41 days, which is very nearly twice the previous highest (22). Which makes it especially annoying that we're now desperate for some rain. The once-muddy bits of the field look like a drought-stricken lake bed from a nature documentary, and the grass isn't growing like it should.

The veg bed is starting to get populated, and the conservatory is filling up with things that need it to be just a bit warmer (although we've just had several days around 20C, I'd be astonished if we didn't get a frost in a few days when it cools down). The potatoes are in their tires, and the polytunnel is ready and waiting to be planted up.

The warm weather seems to have really kicked the bluebells into action: they're pretty much as good as they get, and smelling lovely, even though the anemones are still in full flower. It is lovely when they're both out at the same time.

We should be at Eastercon this weekend. Odd not to be there.
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I ent ded

♥Apr. 5th, 2020 // 11:25 am
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I've had a couple of tellings off for the lack of updates: sorry chaps.

We're fine, life is going on much as usual for us, other than a bit more use of the farm shop and a bit less supermarket delivery. I would quite like some self-raising flour, though. We've been doing lots of gardening now that it's dried out and warmed up, and I've been inspired to stick some spuds in the mix this year: if nothing else, we're unlikely to be driving around nearby farms buying new potatoes fresh out of the ground, this year.

The horses are doing well, although Benny's a bit unfit after the horribly wet autumn and winter (and, just when the weather has improved, the BHS is advising against hacking, which makes sense). Bob had a little lump removed from his leg at the start of the year; it was cancer, but incredibly low-grade and it's not spread anywhere. Unfortunately, the wound got infected, so he's had a much slower recovery than he should have done, but he's almost back to normal now. The ducks are pottering happily, laying an egg or two a day, and I've been trying to decide if I want to get some more eggs for ZuZu to hatch, and if so what breed.

The bluebells are coming into flower and the anemones are looking lovely. There's a pair of jackdaws building a nest in our disused chimney, which we've not had for the last couple of years. The seagulls seem to be flocking inland, which is presumably a reflection on the lack of chips to steal at the seaside. The wild garlic is going over now, but I have several tubs of pesto in the freezer.

We had our drive re-done, the work was finished just in time. Hopefully this will be the end of the winter mud bath at the end of it. The delivery drivers all look pleased about it. Frequent visitors beware: there is now a step down from the drive to the garden path!
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Never again will we get Anagrama and Lucy mixed up

♥Nov. 18th, 2019 // 04:17 pm
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We took Anagrama off to the vet this morning. As it happened, the boss vet was in the building, so he had a quick look and said he was pretty sure that the eye would need to be removed.

It turns out that this is quite a complex operation. Because bird's eyeballs are much bigger than the eye socket, they need to shave the bone away to make room to get it out. They charge accordingly: the quote was £600. The vet was also talking about problems with granulation tissue.

Given that I'm increasingly worried about the rest of the flock, who are still highly stressed and not eating properly, £600 seemed too much for something that would result in weeks more stress for them, so they took her downstairs and put her to sleep. (The vet seemed not at all surprised by our decision.)

The vet also suggested grapes for the rest of the flock, as a high-energy treat* that ducks generally love. We dutifully bought some, chopped them up, and added them to the bowl of corn that they have in the garden. The ducks ignored them entirely. The crows were delighted by the bowl of eyeballs we'd provided, and carefully fished each one out before realising it was less tasty than they'd anticipated and throwing it on the floor. Given that grapes are bad for dogs, we then scrabbled around in the fallen leaves to pick them all back up and put them back in the bowl: we'll see if the girls eat them overnight.

* The vet asked if there was anything we usually feed them as a treat, and I said not. In the car later, I realised that there is actually something, but I'm pretty sure that Tesco doesn't sell live snails.
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Head. Desk.

♥Nov. 17th, 2019 // 05:19 pm
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When we left the vet last Monday, they gave us cat-strength metacam and a syringe marked in 0.1ml intervals and told us to give Anagramma 0.3ml a day.

The 0.1ml syringe doesn't fit on the metacam bottle, so I've been drawing out 'some' into the metacam syringe (which is marked in kg of cat weight), then dribbling it into the 0.1ml syringe, spilling at least as much as made it into the syringe in the process.

Yesterday, Mike suggested that we bring both syringes into the house and experiment with water so that we can find out how many kg of cat equals 0.3ml, and just use the metacam syringe in future.

Today, I did that and it turns out that the cat dose of metacam is... 0.1ml per kg.
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Duck news

♥Nov. 15th, 2019 // 06:14 pm
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(It's still raining. Bah.)

We were back at the vet this evening with Anagramma. Good progress, and the swelling's all gone, so now it was time to have a proper look at it.

Mike left the room for the gory details )

"We do have a standard price for eyeball removal, but it's for dogs so I'll have to ask my boss for a quote."

Either way, she should make a good recovery and cope well if she does end up blind on one side.

She is getting pretty reigned to being netted and handled (although I do still have to stalk her across the grass like the mighty hunter I am), but the rest of the flock other than ZuZu are still very annoyed with me and run away to hide whenever they see me. Actually, ZuZu's not terribly happy either, after I caught her this afternoon so that Mike could clip her wing!
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Bugger

♥Nov. 13th, 2019 // 08:23 pm
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I went to order another box of the lovely hamper boxes that I use for Christmas, and they've been discontinued. I even emailed them to double check: they still have the die, so they can do me a special order if I would like 250 of them....

(They were brilliant: two drawers, and you could put a divider thing in the drawers to that wine bottles were safe and sound as long as the delivery driver wasn't a complete idiot. Only had two casualties in about ten years of using them. And I've still got eight unused shipping boxes for them. Bah.)

I have two of them upstairs, so I'm currently crossing my fingers that a) my mum saved hers from last year for me to re-use and b) that they come to visit before Christmas, so that I'll then have three boxes and (because they can take some of them with them to hand delivery) only need to ship three of them by courier. (Hi Mum! Obvs will be nice to see you too, but priorities!)

And now I need to figure out a new packaging solution for next year, or decide that I've had enough of doing hampers. They are quite fun, though, and mostly consumable. And I need to buy some less-good boxes for the rest of this year's.

(Anagramma's eye looks much the same, but when I was putting goo in it today she was closing it, which she hadn't been doing previously, so presumably the swelling's going down. The ducks are all annoyed with me and keep running off when they see me, but I remembered that we have a net for scooping leaves off the fish pond and I've started to use that to catch her, rather than herding them all indoors and then trying to grab her, so hopefully the rest of them will stop sulking soon.)
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Duck tales

♥Nov. 11th, 2019 // 07:36 pm
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Over the weekend, while Mike was at Novacon, I noticed that Lucy Anagramma's eye looked... missing. Nothing there, just smooth skin.



After a bit of wondering if we'd actually been so unobservant as to not notice she'd been born without one of her eyes, I dug through some photos and found some where it was definitely there.

I asked around some of my bird-owning friends, who thought it was probably an infection. When I went to catch her at lunch time, to get a closer look with that in mind, it turned out that they were right: the infection had burst.

I'm going to put this picture behind here, although it's not terribly gory )

We took her to the vet this evening, and confirmed that there was an infection, that there was probably a foreign body causing it, and that it had probably actually pierced the eyeball: she's unlikely to keep her sight, but should be fine otherwise. Now I have to put goop on her eye three times a day, which should be fun. Even if she gets used/resigned to being handled, all the others will go nuts when I go in the house to actually catch her....

In other news, still bloody raining. Another half an inch overnight, on (still) sodden ground, so the boys had to stand in yet again. I've given up any hope of weeding this year.
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Soggy

♥Oct. 16th, 2019 // 12:08 pm
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Even though we had another inch of rain yesterday (we kept the horses in. It's October, ffs!), today was nice and sunny so I managed to do some weeding for the first time in weeks. I could only do along the edge of the drive, as I don't dare walk on the flower beds and am dubious about walking on the edge of the lawn, but it's something at least.

The wet weather and warm nights seems to be suiting grass seedlings, as they're popping up everywhere (and are tricky to weed when they're in amongst the bulbs that are starting to come up). One end of one of the garden beds, that backs onto the field, looks like it will need mowing soon, so that's going to be tremendously fun if I can't get to it before spring. I did put bark down around the strawberries, to see if I could stop quite so much grass coming up, but it's not been tremendously successful.

We had the muck skip emptied last week, and when it came back it was a nice fancy new one, rather than the one we used to have with a partly rusted-out floor. We were initially pleased, but then it rained some more and now Mike can't empty wheelbarrows into it because his boots are only fully waterproof to about two inches....

(And I took that picture before yesterday's rain. Mmmm, soupy.)

Other things that I've been doing:
- getting my first flower delivery (they are lovely, I'm glad to be getting them again);
- partially putting the polytunnel to bed for the winter (still need to clear out the old grow bags, but everything else is done);
- making jam (we're growing a different variety of hot chilli this year. The first batch of chilli jelly was a bit too hot, but Mike says the second is more normal, so I'll have to poll the usual recipients and see which they'd prefer);
- going to London for lunch (and a check up) with my dentist;
- going to the Brogdale Apple Festival, which was much the same as usual. We did go on the walking tour this year, which we'd never done before as they don't allow dogs in the orchards and we always used to take Jo with us.

We also went to a local riding school and had a lesson on a couple of their horses: we're still struggling with Benny's canter, so we hatched the plan with our riding instructor to go and have a ride on a different horse to remind us what it should be like. It incidentally confirmed that it's trotting on Benny that's been causing me back pain for the last year or so: we gradually narrowed it down to riding (and fiddling with his saddle helped a lot) and then to trotting, but trotting the riding school horse didn't hurt.

Mike's having a second play of Red Dead Redemption 2 and we've just finished the first season of Stranger Things, so I've been getting quite a lot of sewing done. Progress remains very slow, but I think it's about half done now:

(And I've nearly finished the cherry since I did that.)
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Bits and pieces

♥Oct. 7th, 2019 // 07:11 pm
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The weather's got a bit rubbish, which is a shame if not actually unexpected at this time of year. We had an inch of rain a couple of nights ago and, given that that was on the forecast and we had visitors over the weekend, we moved the horses back to our field at the end of last week. It does make things much easier when we don't have to keep going up and down the hill all the time.

Little Quilt club has twisted my arm into at least thinking about doing them a class on Foundation Paper Piecing, which is the type of piecing that I most often do on my quilts (which is how I get the fancy pictures rather than just geometrical shapes). Almost all, if not all of them, have done at least one class on it before but they're all firmly convinced that it's too hard for them to do. Oh, and at any one time at least half of them are carrying on two simultaneous conversations (one sewing, one gossip), so it will generally be like herding cats. Fun.

The animals are all doing well. We were a bit worried this morning when Anagramma suddenly started limping very badly, but she was ok again by the afternoon so we didn't have to put her through a trip to the vet.

Mike mentioned earlier that my laptop is soon going to stop running some older software, so I went checking to see what's going to die. SubEthaEdit is a bit of a shame but these days we mostly use Google Docs to fill that niche. It would be nice if Docs made it easier to see who'd made which edits, though. Most of the things on the list are either tiny programmes I downloaded to do a specific thing once and then never used again or decade-old games, so I guess I'm having a couple of days of re-playing them for one last time. It feels very odd to be playing a game on a laptop. Moving the cursor around is ever so slow!

At the Broadstairs food festival at weekend, I got talking to the guy on the Freddie's Flowers stall and said how I loved their flowers but had to stop using them when they swapped from DPD to UKMail, as our local UKMail guy is useless and kept just throwing them over the gate to lie in the sun/rain (and then, when I and FFs complained, started actively hiding them in places on the property that were much more effort than just walking to the front door and putting them in the porch). It turns out that they've swapped back to DPD, so he emailed the office and got them to reactivate my account. I'm looking forward to getting flowers again, although when I tried to log into my account to change the frequency to fortnightly I got a password error and, when I clicked on the link to re-set it, I got a 404.... The new website had launched that day, though, so I'll try again tomorrow before I phone them to ask what's going on.
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Squish squash

♥Sep. 25th, 2019 // 05:00 pm
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It's been rather wet here: 3cm in the last 48 hours. Things are getting a bit soggy, but at least the fish pond is looking fuller. I do wish I could get out and do some weeding, though.

I picked the cocktail kiwis about a week ago, and left them to ripen in a bowl. They turned out to be a bit of a russian roulette of tasty and sour, so I'm inventing a recipe for kiwis in syrup, intended as an ice cream topping: we'll see how it turns out. (I'm adapting it from a recipe for sour cherries in syrup, which I hadn't previously noticed, in one of my favourite preserving books; I might try it with sour cherries next year.)

We're generally getting toward the end of the harvesting season. The medlars are still on the tree, and there are still a fair number of green and green-ish tomatoes that I'm hoping will ripen further on the plants before I have to bring them in, but that's about it other than a last few courgettes.

Mike picked most of the squash this afternoon (in between showers), while I went around and picked the last of this and that.

A pretty impressive haul, but the last big one of the year:
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Guest Post: A Dog's Life

♥Sep. 23rd, 2019 // 03:25 pm
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My humans sometimes say that I have a hard life and they are quite right, even though I think that they don't really mean it when they say so. I thought that I would tell you about how hard my life is, so that you all know about it. My humans helped me with some of the words, but only a little bit because I am a very smart dog.

My humans never feed me enough, and when they do they don't give me their food, which is much nicer than my food. That is very bad, and means that I am always hungry. Luckily, I'm a smart dog and sometimes when they leave food on the table I can eat it. They never seem to notice, as long as I do it when they aren't looking.

They also don't let me have the corner of the sofa when they're both sitting on it. This is very mean, because the corners are the best bits. I have to go in the middle, and that's not as good, or go on the other sofa, which is a long way from the humans and makes it hard to cuddle them.

Sometimes one or both of the humans goes away for ages and ages. I don't like it when that happens, because the pack is supposed to stay together. How can I look after them if they aren't here? Plus, it makes me worry that no one will feed me, particularly when the female human is the one that goes away.

The female human has been behaving strangely for a few days. She spends lots of time looking at the big screen on the wall, instead of the little screen in her hand, and pressing buttons on a thing. She says that this is a game, but I don't think that she is right because a game is what we all play together in the field, when the humans throw my toys and I run and catch them and get given sweeties. She is very boring when she plays her game, and forgets to cuddle me.

Yesterday, instead of going for our normal walk, we went in the car. I don't like going in the car, because once I went in a car and a bad thing happened. That was when I was in a pack with some different humans, but I still don't like to go in the car. Half way through our walk, the humans stopped and looked at some trees, but they didn't seem to be very happy about the trees and said that people would be sad at Christmas. I think Christmas is when lots of people come to join in our pack for a few days. I like Christmas because the people cuddle me, and there is nice food that they give me bits of.

Today, we went in the car again, which was very bad. The humans looked at even more trees, and said that they were much better than the trees from yesterday. Then they stopped and stood there for ages, pulling things off the trees and putting them in bags. I thought that the things might be food, but when I tried to eat one it tasted bad and was very hard. After that I had a nice roll, but then I was very bored. Eventually, the humans said it was time to go, but they only went a little way and then they started to pull more things off trees. They kept doing that. It was very boring. Humans are weird. Then it rained lots and lots and lots, and I went and hid inside the trees because I didn't have my raincoat on, and then when it stopped raining the humans said it was finally time to go back to the car but wouldn't run all the way, which meant I had to go very slowly.

On the way back to the car, we met an evil dog. I wanted to kill it, but my humans wouldn't let me. Instead, they made me go past it and then sit and wait until it had gone away. They did give me food, though, so it wasn't too bad. I'd still have rather killed the evil dog, but they never let me do that.

Then we went home in the car, but we stopped at the field. The horses are mean and won't play chase with me, but my human found me a stick, so I chewed that for a bit. The humans were going around the field collecting all the horse poo. I'm not sure why they do that, but I always help by eating the tasty bits. Then I had to stand and wait while they put all the poo into big bags. They do this all the time, and sometimes the bags go away. I hope that they aren't collecting it to give to another dog to eat. That would be bad.

That is what I did today, and I think you will all agree that I do have a very hard life. Now I'm going to cuddle my human on the sofa and try to go to sleep, so that I forget about how very very hungry I am.
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Grapes!

♥Sep. 11th, 2019 // 03:09 pm
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And a runner bean. I think that that makes it seven this year, and it is the last of them. We worked out last night that we've had, on average, about one pod per legume plant, across the whole veg bed. Not counting the ones that I direct sowed, which barely made it above ground before they got eaten. I don't want to rabbit- (and therefore duck, but not slug) proof the whole veg bed, so I'm having a little experiment with a chicken wire cage. We'll see how the peas, broadbeans and pak choi do in it, although as Mike points out it will be a sod to weed.


And a bizarre mutant yellow aubergine:

I've got no idea what's going on there, or if it will be edible or not. All the others from that plant have been normal.

Bob and I are home alone today: Mike's mother has come to visit, and he's taken her off to Lille for tourist things. Mushrooms for tea!
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Autumn

♥Sep. 7th, 2019 // 11:35 am
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All of a sudden, it seems to be autumn. The trees are turning, the foliage on the squash is starting to die back, the polytunnel needs to be closed at night, I've put away my linen trousers, and Bob and I are curled up on the sofa under a quilt.

I've got lots of autumn jobs that I need to start doing, but probably not today. Yesterday, I had a stomach/abdominal ache that got steadily worse until Mike put me in the car to take me to Minor Injuries, at which point it started getting better. The nurse thinks it's just a bad stomach bug, but I'm still sore enough this morning that my "I'll see if I'm up to riding" experiment lasted about three steps before I got back off and handed Benny over to Mike.

On the plus side, yesterday we also (finally) had the new shutters fitted in out bedroom. They look good, and do indeed make it lovely and dark in there (and it's nice to have finally finished decorating!). I'm a bit concerned that we woke up to middle-of-winter levels of condensation on the insides of the windows this morning, though. Today was fine, because I could just open the shutters and windows to dry things out, but that's not really going to be practical when it gets properly cold. We'll see what happens.
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On advocating violence

♥Aug. 26th, 2019 // 04:33 pm
I don’t really hang around in the less-pleasant corners of the internet, like Facebook and Twitter. (Yes, I’m on Reddit, but r/quilting and r/UKGardening aren’t exactly political.) From what I gather, though, large parts of them are increasingly descending into terribly angry echo chambers, where to dissent is to be, at best, ignored or, at worst, threatened. Below are some thoughts about that. They were brought on by a good friend recently, and entirely casually, chiming in approvingly when someone else, out of the blue, threatened to shoot a particular group of people.

I was vaguely distressed by the whole ‘punch a nazi’ meme that appeared a few years ago. No matter how distasteful someone is, that is not the answer. The solution to crime is not violence, it is the criminal justice system. The solution to a political or philosophical opinion that you find distasteful is not violence, it is reasoned argument.

Lately, though, in a fit of Goodwin’s law gone mad, everyone is a nazi. Everyone whose opinion you disagree with, anyway.

Here are some things that many people have opinions on:
- anti-abortion or pro-choice
- left-wing or right-wing
- leave or remain
- low tax or high tax
- whether the death penalty is a good or bad idea
- religion x or religion y
- gun control or the right to self-defence
- whether cats should be kept indoors or outdoors
- large state or small state
- tea or coffee

I bet you have opinions about most of those things, right? Some of them you might care passionately about, others you might just have a light leaning towards.

If I wanted to change your mind about one of those light leanings—say, you’re slightly of the view that cats should be kept indoors to stop them killing wildlife—then I’d maybe send you a link to the More Or Less episode debunking the 27 million birds killed a year figure, talk about how it is definitely an issue in places like New Zealand but less of one in the UK where the small animals co-evolved with predators similar to domestic cats. Or, you know, I could threaten to punch you, and get all my friends to cheer me on in doing so. Which is more likely to change your mind and which is more likely to leave you with a vague distaste for people who think cats should be allowed outside?

I’ve not yet seen people advocating death for cat owners, whether indoor or out, but I bet they’re out there: PETA hate the concept of domestic animals, after all. I have—and I emphasis again that I do not spend time on the particularly angry parts of the internet—seen people advocating shooting, punching, raping and just plain killing people who disagree with abortion; who have more money than is average; who believe that a person’s sex is defined by his or her genes; who support gun control; who do or don’t want to have sex with a particular person or class of people; or who are of the ‘wrong’ religion. I’ve seen even more people applauding them for doing it.

Maybe all the people posting all those things have read, extensively, about the views and opinions of the people that they’re advocating violent physical assaults on. Maybe they have had long, reasoned debates with them, in which each side accepted that they other had some points of validity, some points of difference, and some points where neither actually really understood what the other was talking about. Somehow, though, I doubt it.

You, who are outside my echo chamber, are bad.
You, who my superiors have told me is wrong, are wrong.
You, who look or act in a way that is different to the way that I look and act, are other.

So it has been for most of human history, ever since we got rid of those pesky neanderthals. We really seemed to be getting over it, though: the printing press really started it, and—I know: crazy talk, these days—the broadcast and print media and the early days of the internet carried it on. We achieved near-universal education (in the more affluent nations at least, and that’s where this is happening), women’s lib, the lessening of importance of racial and religious divisions, lesbian and gay rights. And then, all of a sudden, social media came along, boxed us into little, distinctly anti-social spaces, and we’re back to throwing rocks.

Over the last few years, we’ve gone from "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it" to “any disagreement with my views will be met with intimidation and threats”.

If you hold a belief that you think is correct, and true, and good, your goal and duty, surely, is to cause that belief to spread and prosper. How will you do that if you threaten anyone who questions it, however mildly, with physical injury or death?

Listen to the Queen: “Even with the most deeply held differences, treating the other person with respect and as a fellow human being is always a good first step towards greater understanding.”

Surely it’s better to write articles, hold debates (actual, two-sided, ones; none of this no-platforming business), and just straight out talk to people about what you believe? You know, behave like a civilised person, so that people are inclined to listen to you and maybe even change their minds, rather than either scaring them into an uneasy silence where they dare not speak out for fear of violence or, worse, take just as hard, unwavering and decisive stance as you do but in the opposite direction.

There is a difference between changing people’s views and forcing them to pretend to believe the same things that you do.

Maybe you’ve done this but not really thought it through. Maybe you thought you were making a joke, ‘edgy’ or otherwise. If so, maybe you need to think again.

If you, having considered it, actually think that it’s ok to make threats of violence against people whom you have never met, about whom the only thing that you know is that you think that they hold an opinion that you find disagreeable, then that’s fine: you do you. Just don’t do it near me, and don’t expect me to make you welcome in my life or my home.
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Ah, yes, birthdays.

♥Aug. 24th, 2019 // 06:48 pm
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After a few years off, my birthday curse strikes again: Ella got out and, rather than sit on the drive squeaking to be let back in like she usually does, she went for a toddle down the road. Where she met a passing car.

At least they stopped and let us know, so that I could go and put her out of her misery.

Hopefully Zu Zu will be ok without her. The flock is a lot more integrated since the babies came along.

Other than that, I've had a nice day. At least two of the babies are laying now, so that's a positive thing.
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Worldcon, and so on

♥Aug. 21st, 2019 // 07:40 pm
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We've spent the last week or so in Dublin at the Worldcon, where we did newsletter things.

Annoyingly, I picked up what's turned into a horrible cold (probably) on the flight out there. Sorry to anyone that I infected before I realised. I spent the last few days of the con feeling a bit poorly (as well as the usual under-slept and over-run).

It wasn't really my favourite kind of con, as it didn't really have a good social space (I like to be able to wander off from the office, go and sit with some convivial people, and then realise an hour or two has gone by and I need to get back. Instead, I would wander off, wave at a couple of people as we passed on the escalators, have a couple of five minute conversations in corridors, and then go back to the office for a sit down), but it seemed to go well, and generally not had too many crises, so that's all good.

We came back to about 5kg of tomatoes, several rather large courgettes, and one decided marrow: so much for asking the sitter to pick everything and then use what she liked. Ah well. The girls have been laying well, too, so we also came back to a literal countertop covered in eggs. Six eggs today, one very small at the usual time and one quite large in the afternoon. I *think* that was just Maggers being elderly and Letice being over-achieving, but it's possible that one of the babies is getting ahead of herself.

Speaking of which: it looks as though the babies aren't going to change their plumage significantly, and (Mike says) we can't keep calling them "pale, medium and dark", so I think I'm going to go with Annagramma, Lucy and Petulia.

While we were in Dublin, my necklace snapped. It's already had two new clasps, because the links holding them had worn through, and the last time it was repaired the jeweller said that was the last time. This time, however, it was one of the links in the middle that had gone and, looking at it closely, several others are on the verge of wearing through as well. Given that Pete bought it for me, it must be fifteen years old, though, so it's not had a bad run.

This morning, we went into Canterbury and Mike bought me a new (to me) one as a slightly-early birthday present. We went around all the chain jewellers, and the only ones I particularly liked were similar to one I had a few years ago, which fell apart three times (and was replaced twice) before I gave up and went back to my old one, so we tried the non-chain, mostly-second-hand places, and I got a nice second-hand one in one of those.

It seems to have rained a lot while we were away, setting the harvest back. We currently have duelling combines, one on either side of the valley, trying to get as much in as they can before another chilly, dewey night. We even closed the polytunnel and put rugs on the horses!
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Luckily...

♥Aug. 10th, 2019 // 08:17 pm
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It's been rather windy here today. Much to our surprise, we've only had a few flickers of power cuts (and escaped the big one last night that seems to have taken out half the country).

When I had a quick look at the tomatoes this morning, the wind had shaken a few of the Amish stems down, where they had big tomatoes near the polytunnel roof. We grabbed the twine and tied them in, and then while we were at it also did a belt-and-braces loop around each bag of plants, tying them loosely around near the top and then up to the polytunnel framework.

We came back from walking Bob to find that the cover had blown off the polytunnel. Fortunately, it had then got stuck between the polytunnel and the wall behind it, rather than being blown away entirely. Much wrestling ensued, and we got it back on (and added a few more breezeblocks to the ones that were already (supposedly) holding it down). It survived the rest of the day and, thanks to those extra loops of twine this morning, there doesn't seem to be much (any?) damage done to the tomatoes. The pepper plants were also tied to the frame, and seem to be ok as well.

There doesn't seem to be much serious damage in the garden generally. We escaped the worst of it because the wind direction meant most of it went over above us, rather than getting funnelled down the valley. Hope everyone else is relatively unscathed.
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Bitey bastards

♥Aug. 6th, 2019 // 05:24 pm
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Over the years, I've got used to the regular cycle of bitey bastards that we get here.

The horse flies come first, from mid-June to mid-July. They mean that I have to keep GB's hat on all the time, or he'll get an eye infection, and both the boys need to wear fly sheets on sunny days, and I average one bite a day from the little (enormous) buggers.

Next, it's the harvest mites. They only bother GB, the poor thing, and give him nasty scabs on his feet and muzzle. They appear from about mid-July to mid-August, although his poor immune system means that it's often into October before all the scabs are properly healed. I put Frontline (dog flea spray) on his feet, which helps a bit.

After that, it's the ninja bugs. The ninja bugs seem to be silent, invisible and immune to fly spray. I have no idea what they actually are. They most often come in the night, and love to suck my blood, leaving me with tasteful red bullseye marks, which then fade to just a red circle that itches like anything for a few days. They start in mid-August, and go on until the weather gets cooler in mid- or late September.

So with all that in mind, how is it that in the last few days I've been bitten by both horse flies and ninja bugs, while at the same time GB's face is covered with scabs?

ION, we had a BBQ, it was nice, thank you to people who came along!
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Where did the second half of July go?

♥Aug. 1st, 2019 // 08:36 pm
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It disappeared into a pit of Too Bloody Hot, mostly. My feeble English self is not very good at 34C, and there was a lot of lying on the sofa whimpering quietly.

On the plus side, the garden appreciated it (and the two days of heavy rain that came when it broke). On the minus side, so did the weeds in the garden, and I lost a week of gardening at just the wrong time of the year. I did manage a very little gardening, and found a 'nest' of snails under a shrub in the back garden, which the ducks were very pleased about.

The tomatoes, in particular, have finally got over the bloody awful June, and the cherry varieties are finally producing:

The yellow ones are a new-to-us variety called Millefleur, and they live up to the name. The trusses are enormous, and covered in dozens of tiny yellow tomatoes.

(Speaking of tomatoes: I was talking to someone who was of the opinion that bush tomatoes are doing much better than vine with the weather we've had this summer. As it turns out, I've only got vine this year: anyone growing both?)

We also picked our first home-grown sweet cherries this year, which was very exciting:


In a change from recent years, GB also decided to dress appropriately for the weather, and actually finished shedding last year's winter coat before starting to grow this year's. Not bad for mid-30s:


We have a new bedroom carpet, and Bob has a matching new bed, and the bedroom is now done until the shutters arrive (hopefully, shortly after Worldcon).

There was, I'm sure, other stuff in there as well. We had some visitors, and have more imminently. We went to a lovely BBQ, and have another one imminently.

It's Worldcon soon, and there has been a certain amount of getting ready for that. Fortunately, there's another week and a bit to go, so maybe I'll manage to get something done in the garden....
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Still busy; fewer eggs

♥Jul. 15th, 2019 // 03:37 pm
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As anticipated, the weekend before last involved hay being delivered. This is half of it, all now safely stacked in the barn:


The village fete was significantly better than the previous year, in as much as we stayed for a good half hour and had lunch, but then we're not really the target market.

We've had a wee bit of Bob trouble, including a couple of trips to the vet. He was chewing one of his feet, so we took him in after a few days but the vet couldn't see anything wrong. A few days after that he was chewing again and when I went to stop him I noticed a raw and slightly oozy bit, so we took him back to the vet and we're now cleaning it and putting cream on it, plus the Cone of Shame has come out of the cupboard. We're unsure whether he cut it and then stopped it healing properly by chewing or had a splinter or similar, which industrious chewing managed to force out of the skin, but either way it's healing nicely and we can hopefully put the Cone away again soon.

In between everything else, we've finally finished painting the bedroom, at least until we have the shutters installed. We went carpet shopping this morning, so that should be done in a week or two as well. Hopefully we'll be able to get on with the neglected garden jobs, now.

The ducks are mostly having a bit of a rest after their epic couple of weeks, but we're still getting a couple of eggs a day. The direct sown beans are coming up and not getting instantly eaten, so I'm moderately hopeful that we'll get some sort of harvest from them, but it would be good if it could warm up a little (it's only 16C and cloudy today) and/or rain a bit (we've not had more than half a mm since the middle of last month). Last year, I started picking tomatoes on the 17th July, but then last summer was very strange all around.
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Cossacks!

♥Jul. 5th, 2019 // 08:09 pm
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We went to the Kent County Show today. It was a bit warm, but we had a nice time, with ducks and chickens and dogs and horses and flowers generally being my favourite bits.

We saw the ferret racing, too:


It looked very much like red was going to win, as his nose poked out of the end of the tube, but then he turned around and went back again, so it was blue who was first out in the end. Yellow and green decided that it was too hot, and stayed in their boxes.

Exciting as that was, the highlight was seeing the International Dzhigitovka Show. There was some excellent trick riding on display, most of which I didn't get pictures of because I was too busy watching:




(I do, however, feel honour-bound to add that the actual riding wasn't as impressive as the Met Police display team, who I've seen a couple of times now.)

Seeing all the beautiful sweetpeas in the flower tent made me feel quite despondent about the pitiful state of mine this year, but back at home I was cheered when I went to tie them in and found a flower on one of them, so hopefully they will get going properly soon. I think I might start over-wintering them again, because they do get going much earlier that way.

This week, in between things like visits from the plumber, Little Quilt Club and Mike going into the office for the day, we've finally started painting our bedroom. The ceiling and three walls are done, so it shouldn't take too much longer to finish it off. Except that we're expecting our hay to be delivered over the weekend, and it's the village fete tomorrow, and the boys' rugs are being collected for cleaning on Sunday, so we need to sort them out, and....

Also this week, I have given away four boxes of eggs, and made two four-egg cakes. We have quite a lot of eggs. The ducklings are twelve weeks old, now, and still gradually getting their adult colouration through.

I've planted out the second-try french beans that Mike started a month or so ago, when it became apparent how destroyed the first lot were getting. I've also, more in hope than expectation, direct sown some more beans and peas. They'll probably get eaten as soon as they pop up, but we might be lucky. If only we had some sort of large carnivore that could keep the rabbits out of the veg bed.... Maybe we need to rabbit-proof that bit of the garden.
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Starting to harvest

♥Jun. 28th, 2019 // 07:48 pm
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It's not terribly impressive. A couple of weeks ago, we had similarly-sized crops of broad beans and mange tout, and that's probably it for the broad beans. The peas and french beans have just been destroyed (slugs, bunnies, maybe pigeons too; we netted off all the legumes this year, to keep the muscovies from the peas, but I think we need to re-think that next year to get better slug control), the runner beans are spindly but at least alive.

We have had a couple of courgettes, though, and the courgette and squash plants are just starting to attempt world domination. Lots of green tomatoes in the polytunnel, too, so that's good (and needed: Mike -- whisper it -- used a jar of shop bought passata this week).

More encouragingly, the ducks are continuing to do their job, and we're getting three or four eggs a day (Zu Zu, having laid enough for a clutch, is having a rest while she tries to figure out what happened to it). Our riding instructor has a B&B; when we give her eggs, she always makes a point that they're not going to be for the B&B guests, but we're hatching a plot (ho ho) to possibly sell her eggs for the B&B once the ducklings come into lay.

Speaking of the ducklings:

Middle Duckling has developed a distinct brown patch above her beak, and both she and Pale Duckling seem to be coming through with cream feathers on their bodies (as well as the patch of whatever she was sleeping in: this is a pre-morning bath picture).

Although there are only four baby swallows in this picture, we counted seven (five babies and the parents) flying around this evening as we were putting the boys to bed:


The boys are doing well, although when I rode Benny yesterday and today he was being a bit of an idiot about the wind. It has been very windy here, although nice and sunny with it (except on Wednesday, when we had inexplicable fog for much of the morning). Tomorrow is supposed to be horribly hot, although not as bad as it is on the continent.

Still, the vet came out to give them their 'flu jabs the other day, and to give GB a quick check-up: all good, and she was particularly impressed to hear that he'd managed to rear the day before, but then so were we.

Bob, sadly, has discovered the delights of badger poo. On the plus side, he's an awful lot easier to bathe than Jodie was.

Mike's been busy doing prep work for decorating the bedroom. This seems to involve a lot of trips to B&Q, as well as putting lots of polyfiller on the walls for me to then sand off. I'm sure it makes sense really!

Annoyingly, when we moved one of the chests of drawers I found this:

Some spot checking in the rest of the room, and the other bedrooms, suggests that we've found it before the moths really got established. We were planning to replace the carpet as well at some point, but that's now more of a priority than it was and in the mean time we'll have to keep pulling the chest of drawers out to vacuum underneath. I need to pull all the clothes out and check them, but it's mostly my riding and pilates stuff in there: mostly synthetic fibres, so I'm not too worried.
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Time, and swallows, flying

♥Jun. 23rd, 2019 // 07:46 pm
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I was slightly worried when the swallows were missing from their nest this morning. I needn't have been, though, as pretty soon we saw them wobble-flying around the stable. There are five of them, and we've got high hopes that there will be a second clutch again this year. They only hatched on the 12th, so I'm quite impressed. The little owl is less impressed: it's been hanging around, and the adult swallows keep resolutely chasing it away from the babies.

We went to see the orchid meadow again today. The Common Spotted and Fragrant orchids are in full flower, and the Pyramidals are just starting to come out. It seems to be being a good year for them:


Our own personal orchid meadow continues to get more crowded: we're up to about a dozen bee orchids, and four or five patches of pyramidals, although it's still not a patch on the one in the photo.

After some delays yesterday, notably when I managed to sew the binding on back-to-front, I finished a new quilt this afternoon. Just a simple one, before I dive into the big project that I'm doing next.


It's almost certainly going to Project Linus, unless someone wants to bagsy it.

This morning, we cleaned the conservatory (just in time for it being too hot to sit out there). It's now looking lovely, but it'll only be a couple of weeks before it's full of dead insects again.

We've also been plotting redecorating our bedroom, which is now a priority as it makes sense to do it before the new shutters arrive in mid-August.

The horse flies have been out for over a week and I still don't have any bites. Very suspicious.
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All The Eggs

♥Jun. 16th, 2019 // 04:48 pm
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All the (adult) girls are laying now, so we're getting four or five eggs a day, now:


The ducklings are also doing well, and I think just starting to get their proper-coloured adult feathers (Dark Duckling in particular has a couple that are noticeably black, rather than grey). I went to take a picture of them, with Agnes and Letice, but Light Duckling decided that she wanted to hide in a plant, so you can only see the edge of her bum:


If it weren't for the fact that I'm still keeping them penned in while they have breakfast, I think that the ducklings would spend most of their time with the adult runners. Zu Zu is in full-on "Ok, something went wrong with that batch, must try again" mode, so keeping her penned in with the ducklings in the morning is also a good thing, as it means that she lays her egg in her super secret nest in the corner of the stable, rather than somewhere in the garden where I can't find it.

The swallow chicks have also hatched, so mum and dad are busy with feeding duty (to the extent that they've gone "Ah, sod it, just ignore the humans" rather than trying to avoid going into the stable if we're in there). They are less easy to photograph than the ducklings, but there are at least four small white blobs in the nest:


Fortunately, the nest is above an empty patch of floor, rather than, for example, the saddles!

The boys moved to their summer pasture this week, and are having a lovely time stuffing themselves silly. We always keep an eye out for orchids, Mrs Ex-Up-The-Hill having once seen a bee orchid in the field, but have never seen anything other than a couple of lady orchids until last year when The Bee Orchid deigned to flower. I put a post in the ground so that we could keep an eye out for it this year, but there's been no sign of it.

On the other hand, in the last couple of days we've found two patches of pyramidal orchids, just coming into flower, and at least three (probably four) different bee orchids:



I guess having the horses grazing in there is a good thing for the flowers! We popped up this afternoon and put some temporary fencing around the bee orchids, to stop the boys from trampling them. Benny came over to see what we were doing, and very nearly did step on one.

This afternoon, I took a break from the weeding to do some pruning. Must have a bonfire soon:


Hopefully it's going to warm up now, and the veggies will start to grow as well as the weeds.
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I forgot to say

♥Jun. 9th, 2019 // 07:42 pm
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The Misses Level didn't happen. The whole thing fell through when the rescue couldn't find transport. Poor ducks.
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"I was hoping to see the ducklings"

♥Jun. 8th, 2019 // 05:10 pm
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Said ex-Mrs-Up-The-Hill, mentioning that she'd driven past a few days ago but had only seen the adults running around the stableyard. Had to break it to her that those were the ducklings....

I've been out sewing today, starting what will end up as a purple quilt with stars on it. We were in a village hall that has fancy skylights, which open and close automagically depending on the temperature in the hall. Every time the sun came out, they opened. Every time it poured with rain, they closed again. They were very busy, today. It's been funny weather here (especially as Mike reports very little rain at home, fifteen minutes' drive away).

Last night, we spent the evening sitting on astonishingly uncomfortable wooden bench seating in a drafty barn, watching our riding instructor's second-favourite riding instructor giving some lessons. Quite interesting to watch and, as our riding instructor was also there, we now have a very good idea what we'll be doing in our next few lessons.

We're thinking of getting shutters with built-in blackout blinds in our bedroom, and in the course of getting a quote learnt that pretty much all wooden shutters (other than ones hand-carved by monks from 5000 year old trees fertilised with unicorn poo) come from a single factory in China, and are imported into the UK by one of two distributers. What I've been able to find online seems to support this, so it's interesting that there are so many companies selling them. There's obviously the installed vs fit them yourself distinction, but other than that I'm not sure what there is to choose between John Lewis and some bloke working out of his garden shed. Except possibly the fact that John Lewis don't seem to do the ones with built-in blackout blinds.
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They grow up so fast....

♥May. 28th, 2019 // 08:05 pm
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The ducklings have turned into ducks:



This is probably a good thing, as Zu Zu is losing interest in them. She's been flirting with me and looking for a spot to make her nest. At some point, I'm going to have to let her back in the garden with the others (as it is, she's had to be rescued from the drive half a dozen times over the last couple of days, although I think I've now got enough of a barricade to keep her in), and I fear it's going to be before the ducklings can have adult food so they'll have to stay on their own at least for part of the day.

This is Magrat, middle duckling, and Letice, on their way to bed. They are nearly as big as little Maggers. They are all girls, so suggestions for suitable Pratchett witch names welcome (and for the Campbells, who will probably be indistinguishable from each other; I was going to name them after the witch Tiffany trains with, who has two bodies, but it turns out that she's just "Miss Level" with no first name given, and I can't really call one of them "Miss" and the other "Level").



I admired a bag at Little Quilt Club a few months ago, and was subsequently presented with the home-written instructions for making it. They may have been the worst instructions I have ever had to follow, especially without a picture of the finished bag for reference. Now that I've made it, I do think I could make another quite easily, but actually it's turned out better than I thought it was going to, and almost all of the dodgy bits are hidden away inside. I do wish I'd realised how the handle was going to attach before I decided to make it two-colour, but there we go. Hand sewing the final binding was a bit of a nightmare: three layers of wadding and something like eleven layers of fabric to get through. Still, it is done.

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Ducks, ducks, glorious ducks....

♥May. 24th, 2019 // 06:25 pm
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Although they've barely started to grow their adult feathers, the ducklings are not looking all that much smaller than Esme, Gytha and Magrat did when we first brought them home, especially in comparison to how Letice looked at four months old. This makes me wonder how old the original three actually were, and especially if they were old enough for adult food: is that why Maggers and Esme grew up so small? Is that why Esme was sickly...? (And hasn't Letice grown? As predicted, she is much bigger than Maggers, now.)

Next week, we're going to be getting two new ducks. They are entirely Mike's fault, as he didn't need to tell me that there was a rescue looking to rehome 400 khaki campbells from a farm. It's ok, we're only having two of them.
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Here, have some pictures

♥May. 19th, 2019 // 08:01 pm
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My leg is much less swollen than it was. This makes the bloody great lump more obvious, but at least I can wear my boots again now.



We've been busy in the garden, both removing things (grass and weeds) and adding things: the courgettes and all the legumes are now planted out in the veg bed.



The shade netting is there to stop the muscovies from getting at the legumes and eating their leaves. Ella spends an ominous amount of time standing on the hay bales and looking speculatively at them.

When she's not doing that, she's often to be found harassing the ducklings. Not sure what's going on there, but she's forever having a go at them. Zu Zu doesn't seem at all bothered, though, so I guess it's all ok.





The ducklings are starting to get their adult feathers in, and their voices as well in the last couple of days. We have definite quacking going on from at least one of them (and we think at least two; they're still peeping a lot of the time, so it's hard to be sure). This is excellent news: only the girls quack.

GB's leg is bothering him. He was quite lame last night, and although much better today is still struggling a bit. He keeps scraping the skin off the back of one of his legs, which we think is because he's struggling to get up off the ground after lying down at night. Still, he seems alright in himself. I must take some pictures of Benny, who is looking particularly glossy and healthy in his nice new summer coat. (GB, of course, is still in his shaggy winter number.)
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Idiot animal

♥May. 12th, 2019 // 09:22 pm
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I was riding Benny in the school yesterday when some pigeons flew out of the hedge and startled him.

In the split second while that was happening, I fully expected him to spin away from them and head into the middle of the school.

But no, the idiot animal turned towards them. Which also meant towards the fence. And the gate post.

And as it happens, my leg was between him and it.



I've got a lovely lump on my shin now, and my knee is quite raw.
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Bits and pieces

♥May. 8th, 2019 // 07:51 pm
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Following on from last week's drowned rat, I noticed a couple of days later that GB's long-neglected not-salt lick was no longer dusty, and there were bits of it on the floor. The next day, I was entirely relaxed to find that a rodent had been chewing on some packaging:


The day after that it had moved to the next shelf over, and when I went to refill the bait trap yesterday it turned out that the package was empty.

My best guess is that drowned rat had a litter of adolescents at home, and when mum didn't come back they tried to find food on their own. Hopefully, there is now a small heap of dead rats somewhere.

(Although the egg that I foolishly left on the bench this morning did mysteriously vanish, so probably not a clean sweep.)

In more cheerful news, I let the ducklings out of their pen for an hour this evening. They are very taken with dandelion clocks, and mud. They went to bed filthy.

Sadly, it's not as easy to get good photos when they have the whole garden to roam around in and they're on the other side of a pane of glass, but you can as ever click to embiggen.







This morning, we had rain! Actual, useful rain, so this afternoon we headed up to the field and dug up ragwort, which will hopefully make the job easier when we do it again at flowering time.

(I used this as an excuse to not do any weeding, because my wrists are having their usual late-spring too-much-weeding flare-up. Ho hum.)

I've had a pretty quilty few days: Big Quilt Club on Saturday, a workshop on Sunday, and then Little Quilt Club yesterday. Mike was away in Dublin over the weekend, so I ducked out of Saturday's meeting early (and, as a result, half the paperwork has gone walkabout. *Someone* took it home, just not the person I'd asked to do it. I'm sure it'll turn up eventually).

I was also going to duck out of the workshop at lunch time, but then the instructor overheard me saying so and said "Well, I don't mind if you bring your dog," with which other people agreed. The garden was sturdily fenced, a careful study of the hall's rules revealed no mention of dogs, and there were no signs saying "Guide Dogs Only", so during the lunch break I nipped home and brought him back with me. After about five minutes, he wasn't settling, so I thought he might still be feeling car-sick and took him outside for a bit of fresh air, at which point a member of the hall committee popped up on the other side of the fence and told me that dogs weren't allowed, inside or out. Sigh.

The instructor very kindly brought forward the last part of the demonstration, so that I could see it, and half an hour or so later we were back at home. Poor Bob: two country lane car journeys for no good reason.

I finished the sample piece off yesterday:


The class covered two things: making improvisational (it's good to be wonky) blocks, and then making that circular 'porthole' surround to show them off (a lot simpler than it looks). I'm afraid that the former is a bit beyond my comfort zone, but I do like the portholes, and might well try to do something with them again.

I've also been plotting future quilts. There's a big fabric sale next weekend (a company from Yorkshire that mostly does mail-order but also has a travelling roadshow that goes to various quilting groups a couple of times a year), so I want to stock up....
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Ah, karma....

♥May. 2nd, 2019 // 02:55 pm
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We were greeted by a satisfying sight this morning in the water bucket outside the duck house. It turns out that stealing and eating ducklings doesn't give rats the ability to float for hours, or to fly out of tight situations.





They're three weeks old tomorrow, and start to move on to their next kind of feed. I think that, if it hadn't been for ratty, that 20kg bag wouldn't have been too much duckling food!
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Spot the difference

♥Apr. 28th, 2019 // 02:54 pm
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After some carpentry and more crowbar work, we're really sure we've blocked up the holes now. Hopefully.

They're definitely growing, though. We have now reached the stage where the pen really has to move every day, and you can see where it's already been because of the layer of poo covering the grass.

A busy week in the garden, followed by a busy weekend of visitors (featuring Dealing With Eastercon-Acquired Issues), and I expect another busy week in the garden before Mike heads off to Dublin next weekend for more DWEAI.

We are still very tired.
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And then there were four....

♥Apr. 23rd, 2019 // 06:23 pm
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On Thursday morning, when the ducklings came out there were only six of them. I wasn't sure how many had gone to bed, so we figured that a cat or crow must have got one of them on Wednesday.

On Friday morning, there were only five. Mike then spent an hour or so with a crow-bar, pulling off the panelling around the walls of their house, and finding two somewhat eaten bodies in the process.

Our best guess is that a rat was going behind the panelling outside their house and then coming out again inside. After we'd headed off to Eastercon, the sitter stuffed various bits of wood into the gap, and we crossed our fingers. Another one vanished on Sunday night, after which some bricks were added to the mix, and so we came home to ducklings reduced in number but significantly increased in size:



A job for tomorrow is going to be a more sturdy fix, which will hopefully make sure we don't have anything similar again.

(There are many jobs for tomorrow. Those tomatoes are going to have to go out to the polytunnel, for a start.)

Eastercon went well, but we are now very very tired.
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Surely she's not going to....

♥Apr. 17th, 2019 // 08:01 pm
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TWWOTV has been having fairly extensive building work done inside her house, as part of which they stripped out all the loft insulation (we could tell, because they stuffed the porch full of it to get it out of the way).

When I took Bob out for his walk today, I noticed that it had all been brought outside and piled in a big heap. Just where she typically has her bonfire pile.

"Surely she's not going to..." I thought, snapping a quick picture of it just in case. I had a quick google when I got home, and found various reassuring stuff about it being fire retardant, and thought no more of it.

A few hours later, I was doing a bit of cleaning and, as it was warm, opened the back door to let some air in. A few minutes later, an utterly revolting smell drifted in.

Yup, she did. Massive rolling clouds of yellow-brown smoke were pouring past the house. Is that safe? Is that legal? Is that the builders driving off as quickly as they can like sensible people?

Called 999. Took them an alarmingly long time to find our address on their system. They were only interested in the 'on fire' aspect of things, and whether there was anyone looking after it. When I said that the builders had gone and I couldn't see anyone nearby, they sent a fire engine and told me to call Environmental Health.

Called Environmental Health, who located us much more quickly (presumably using the magic of Google). Fire Engine arrived, and EH said to call back when they'd gone / not gone. Fire Engine left, so presumably she was home and just got a telling off. Called EH, who said "I'm on my way". Called New Mrs Up The Hill and told her to 1) get the kids indoors and 2) to call her local EH as well (she got the out-of-hours and left a message).

Fifteen minutes later, Bob exploded and I opened the front door to find a pleasant-looking man there. "That was quick!" I said, and got a confused look from our local councillor who was out canvassing. We had a chat (very diplomatic: "I'm ignoring the national party issues right now and just focussing on the local elections"), he said he'd look into a couple of things for me, he went on his way.

The wind shifted slightly. The smoke was now blowing Up The Hill, rather than at us. The EH guy arrived, and spent quite a while muttering ("stupid... inconsiderate... rude... why would you...") before rather apologetically saying that as the wind had shifted away from our house he couldn't do anything but tell the Up The Hill EH guy what he'd seen.

And I still have no fucking clue what breathing in smoke full of chemicals and laced with microscopic glass shards will do to me, the dog, the horses, the ducks and -- most worryingly -- the ducklings. Hey ho.
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Busy growing

♥Apr. 15th, 2019 // 05:04 pm
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The ducklings and us!





This morning, the ducklings were already outside when I went to let the ducks out. Sigh. I guess the duck house door isn't quite duckling proof. We got them sorted out, and they immediately dived on their food, so I guess they went out because they were hungry.

We've had a busy day in the garden: Mike set up the irrigation system for the polytunnel, and mowed the lawn, and I assembled supports for the peas and beans, some of which we then planted out. It's amazing how much better the soil is in that bed compared to last year, but that's what happens when you put a nice layer of horse manure on and leave it to the worms over the winter.

We've rearranged the veg garden this year, so that we can fence part of it off and keep the muscovies away from the legumes. Fingers crossed.
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Those ducklings aren't Schrodinger's, they're mine.

♥Apr. 12th, 2019 // 04:18 pm
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At least seven out of eight, I think. ZuZu was not happy to see me, so I'll go out again in a bit with an assistant to have a proper check. I suspect that Mike will want me to deal with ZuZu while he wrangles the ducklings!

When I went out, two of them had fallen out of the nest and not figured out how to climb back up. I think I might have to move the box onto the floor for the first few days....

Edit: a couple of the ducklings got out of the nest and couldn't figure out the ramp to get back up, so I roped in Mike as Faithful Assistant and went to move it to ground level.

Being Chief Duck Wrangler, I tackled Mum.
- Hooked beak: immobilised
- Flappy wings: pinned down
- Taloned feet: well away from me

It’s ok, though, because a devoted duck mum, who only leaves the nest for a few minutes in every day to eat and perform her toilete, still has one more weapon at her disposal.



Still, nest and ducklings safely moved, and Mum is back on duty now.

Got out of the shower and into clean clothes. Could still smell it. Oh, right, better clean my bloody glasses....
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