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What came first- the chickens or the blog?

Hot Chicks

on May 28, 2012

Summer has come big time to our small damp corner of the planet. For almost a week we have been basking in wall to wall sunshine. The only problem is that the hens don’t appreciate the heat and apart from reliable Violet they have stopped laying eggs!! A small pink silicone baking tin has been installed as a “swimming pool”/ drinking station and for an unexplained reason the books recommend not feeding them corn, which they adore. Maybe over a certain temperature it starts to pop in their bellies. Not a pretty thought. One new food I have introduced is cooked spaghetti broken into short lengths. They think it is worms and chuck them around for the fun of it before gobbling them all up. I have been trying to wake up to let them out extra early so they can enjoy the cooler morning rays, and then moving the coop around the garden to keep it mostly in the shade. It’s so cute when dusk comes and they all hop back up the ladder one by one and put themselves to bed. Darling is always last, picking over the grass one final time.

The dog too is suffering. Being a somewhat over weight Tibetan Terrier he is not keen on long walks at any time, but this week it’s been impossible to go for longer than a half hour. Mr Gillybirds was complaining yesterday at the pondering pace of our Sunday afternoon promenade. Well I said, how fast could you walk in a fur coat and fat suit? Mr G has had enough of the sun too as he is sporting quite spectacularly sunburned legs from cycling 120 km on Saturday without adequate sun cream.

See, we are just naturally more adapted to the rain and the greyness – our homes, our lifestyles, our skin tones can’t cope with the high temperatures and bright sunlight for more than two or three days. After that the supermarket runs out of barbecue meat and baps, and everyone is a bright shade of lobster red before the peeling starts. There is no air conditioning except in cars and cinemas.

For me the worst thing about summer is men wearing shorts and sandals with either dark socks, or no socks and the most appalling set of raggedy toe nails. That, and having to buy shop eggs again.

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