I started building the henhouse, it went really well! I was hammering away, sawing and calculating and then poof…my flow disappeared. Can’t decide where to put the opening, where to put the house etc etc. It’s also a challenge to just use what I have and buying nothing new.
Taking a break for Wetplate workshop this weekend and starting fresh Monday.
About a week old they are getting very curious and are awake most of the time. They practice flying and can now get up on the bunk bed. “Bucket” or “Bugget”(I’m not sure, my daughter named her) tried sleeping on a stick yesterday. Her head slowly sank as she fell asleep but then she’d loose balance and start flapping her wings just to start dropping the head again. They give you an intense stare and most of them are growing real feathers with patterns and colours instead of the baby-fluff.
From the seagulls behaviour, circling the house, I suspected a nest on the roof and voila! One egg, if it had been a week ago I would have gotten rid of it but after the recent growth of our family I don’t know if I can bring myself to do it.
Someone told me a story earlier today about finding a seagull’s egg, placing it under heat and it hatched. The seagull became quite tame and started hanging out always at the same beach. It developed the habit of stealing women’s underwear! The gull would wait until you went for a dip and swoop down to grab the garment, then fly out and drop it in the sea. It wasn’t long lived.
Is it me or doesn’t this spud look like a bird? Hard to get any work done around the house with the cute little chickens but I planted potatoes and started on a temporary henhouse. I’m usually very optimistic with my projects but trying to build a proper, big, insulated henhouse while tackling the barn and planning workshops and a wedding… no I will try to be nice to myself and limit the stress.
Every floorboard I remove gives me a little jolt in my stomach and I wondered to myself -What am I scared of? What do I expect underneath? And came to the conclusion that I’ve watched far too many scary movies in my life. Then I lift the next board and find…
Possibly my cat Tussan who one day disappeared never to be seen again or one of the many wildcats that used to live under the barn. There used to be a lot of wild cats on the island but there was a guy who shot them off, my mum still remembers hiding behind the curtains terrified clutching the familycat.
Ok, so I’ve asked two of my neighbours and they both said the same thing -chuck the old floor out and put new wood in. I guess I knew but can’t help being sentimental, wanting to keep everything old. Their combined time spent on this earth is 180 years so who am I to argue with my 35?
I started taking the floor out, piece of cake, but there will be a lot of work emptying out what’s underneath. At one end there’s about 30-40cm free space (well if you don’t count the rubbish) but the other end has packed dirt and dust almost right up to where the floorboards where.