Just In Case

The ever tolerant husband is staying quiet when I oh-so-casually mention the serama plan. He has looked up the breeder's address and worked out a route without comment. I have left pics of the potential new girls on the laptop to see if he'll pass comment, but he doesnt. I think I've finally done it. I have broken him.

Not that I'm definitely going to get the serama, you understand. I mean, it makes sense to clean out the pet carrier and disinfect it. You never know when it might be needed. Similairly with the spare feeder and drinker. Keeping things hygienic is a good idea, generally. And the hospital wing hasn't been swept clean since Doris spent some time there. So naturally that needs a full clean out and scrub. Also, I've been meaning to replace the bulb in the heatlamp for ages. It doesn't actually mean anything. Honest.

The garage has gone from well organised chaos to, well, just chaos over the winter. I'm not quite sure when or how it happened, but it's like a junk yard in there. So tomorrow I might possibly spend some time trying to organise it a bit. Just to make access easier and the environment safer. In case any of the birds end up living in there for any reason.

You know, it's good to be prepared.....

Happy Birthday Peeps

The peeps are one week old today. They have grown at a phenomenal rate, and are strong and healthy. I am very pleased with their progress. I was much less pleased, however, when the ever tolerant husband woke up this morning to find that the heat lamp had blown. Cue me flying down the stairs with hair like Wurzel Gummidge and expecting the worst. The chicks were happily scratching about in the sand bath, and not shivering in a corner near death as I had imagined. Still, to be on the safe side, I scooped them up and brought them in to the house in a shoe box.

The ever tolerant husband gallently embarked on a mercy dash to the local country store to purchase a new bulb. I chewed my nails nervously, hoping that the chicks wouldn't have hypothermia. The chicks ignored my fretting, and pecked the box enthusiastically, making sure it wasn't edible. The new bulb was dropped at the door en route to the ever tolerant husband's real business of the day, and with relief I returned the peeps to their brooder. With marvellous aplomb, they turned their back on the heat and headed back to the sand bath. They seem completely unfazed by the whole episode, where as I think I have added a couple of wrinkles to the collection.

The unruffled peeps.

The suspected boy, complete with curling feathers.

The straight feathers on the other two are clear. Typical.

Hopefully, the gender divide should get more obvious in the next week.