Life on the farm

It’s been a long while since I was able to blog about life on the farm, we have been so busy.

And, actually, we’ve not been able to spend very much time in the garden due to the weather.

It’s either been too raving hot or absolutely persisting it down.

However, we have started to harvest and eat our garden produce. The first batch included garden peas and strawberries, but yesterday the poet went out and cut our first calabrese (broccoli).

The plum tree had an accident last week in some very high winds, and the top of the tree ended up in the fish pond. Thankfully it missed the fish, and it’s plums we wouldn’t normally be able to reach anyway.

Next up, we think, are the potatoes. They’ve finished flowering so should be ready to come up soon.

We also have cauliflowers that are almost ready.

Only a week or so ago the poet was strimming around the raised beds when he stumbled across the new white peahen sitting among some stingers.

We’ve labelled her Lady Penelope, because she kept herself away from the other peahens. She turned up one day after another storm, liked it here and decided to stay.

When he moved her slightly, to make sure she was still alive, he discovered four peafowl eggs. So we left her to it along with a few stingers for cover. We have foxes, badgers, squirrels and rats and we didn’t want any of them to know there were eggs there.

Two days ago I was mortified to see that the eggs were all broken, but when the poet gave her another nudge, they’d hatched! We told the farmer and for the rest of the morning the farm kids kept running up to have another look.

In the end, Lady Penelope and family went missing … but I found her on the track behind our house sitting on four lovely, fluffy little chicks. Aww.

For now we’ve nicknamed them Alan, John, Scott and Virgil, but in case there are any girls in there, we’re reserving Tin-Tin and Tracy!

Yesterday, while Penelope was trying to steer a car away from her brood, she jumped off a low wall and landed on one.

It was a little stunned and struggled to keep up, but the last we saw, Mum was waiting for all of the chicks before going anywhere.

We’ll be keeping a watchful eye on them all, but especially poor little Number 4.

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