Sunday, 5 May 2013

A new message for the chooker moles...


You don't want to lay any eggs huh... loving your new palace... lots of lovely laying mash and fresh food... free ranging every day... your own personal security cat (another story for another blog)... guard dogs  at night to keep you safe from foxes... WHAT ELSE CAN I DO TO MAKE YOU LAY A COUPLE OF FRIGGIN' EGGS?

So.... [calm now] I asked some friends and was given some sound advice (see picture below).


Wait until they wake up in the morning...

On another tangent, the keets had their first outside experience today (@ 2 weeks old).


This meant introducing them to some of the other members of the family. Roman immediately assumed they were a gift for him to look after.


Baillie initially wanted to chase them (she's on a diet and would chase an aeroplane through the sky at the moment) but then her massive motherly instincts kicked in and it was pure love... for ages she didn't even move.


Those funny wee birds have more than tripled in size in just two weeks. Pity they're possible the dumbest animal to walk this earth.


Max the Manx also came over for a visit but his intentions were not as pure.

On a highlight, we had a little party for my birthday last night. Thank goodness we live in the country. One word: ROWDY. I love my friends.