tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post8187152490100323082..comments2021-07-23T07:44:32.525+01:00Comments on A Woodland Journal: A Mouse in the House and New Hens in the CoopElainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-25129533045902140442014-10-08T12:44:05.674+01:002014-10-08T12:44:05.674+01:00I have just two hens at the moment. One of them: F...I have just two hens at the moment. One of them: Flossie has suddenly decided that she will follow me when i go up and let them out to roam, so each time I come down the steps I turn to look behind me and there she is, except by this time she has stopped as though she is playing 'Statues' and if i carry on walking, she carries on following me! Its lovely to get to know their characters.Cleo Bonbonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17934423344418330018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-59268270477475483402014-08-23T16:13:13.779+01:002014-08-23T16:13:13.779+01:00Hello - and welcome! How lovely to meet you. Y...Hello - and welcome! How lovely to meet you. You are absolutely right, the header photograph is for real. It is a place I discovered when out walking my old dog, Toby, a few years ago. It is a place of tranquillity and beauty, so glad you like it.Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-49523985743308385182014-08-23T16:11:26.819+01:002014-08-23T16:11:26.819+01:00Thanks, Val.xxThanks, Val.xxElainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-83027301831538301872014-08-20T20:16:46.471+01:002014-08-20T20:16:46.471+01:00Hi Elaine,
I think my father pulled that name out ...Hi Elaine,<br />I think my father pulled that name out of thin air. He tended to do that. As for our feathered friends, Jerry and I bred and raised canaries and lovebirds. We also had a hand-reared Yellow-Naped Amazon parrot. Loved him but when he (or she) reached about 8, he (or she) became impossible to get near for about 6 weeks. I learned my lesson the hard way with three stitches in my lip (Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-51581020277624155102014-08-17T14:05:28.242+01:002014-08-17T14:05:28.242+01:00I love hens and those are really beautiful. I was ...I love hens and those are really beautiful. I was going to ask you if the photo behind your title was true to life or a composition but seeing your last picture, I suppose this heavenly brook is for real. Greetings from your new follower in France !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-17171268112007580392014-08-16T13:41:13.853+01:002014-08-16T13:41:13.853+01:00A sad process Elaine.
At last its all done. I am ...A sad process Elaine.<br />At last its all done. I am so happy that you can now sit and enjoy your beautiful garden, and the antics of your most lovely hens.<br />You have had a busy month.<br />I love the names you have given the hens.. I am laughing to myself about the hen that is loosing her head.. ha <br />such a nice post Elaine.<br />Enjoy your weekend and relax there in your little valerietilsten59.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05617190196811279000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-19420832023563649712014-08-15T08:05:30.395+01:002014-08-15T08:05:30.395+01:00Hi Joanne, I think that is wonderful, so much ge...Hi Joanne, I think that is wonderful, so much gets lost otherwise. How do we know the right questions to ask until we know the story, though I guess when we are young we are too busy doing our own thing to care, anyway. When I write this blog I always hope that it will amuse the family in future years. You have caught me out on ptarmigan - I really should proof-read before I hit the Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-44044537592030495522014-08-15T07:56:37.617+01:002014-08-15T07:56:37.617+01:00Hi Jane, Somehow I thought your pud cats would en...Hi Jane, Somehow I thought your pud cats would enjoy that. Sparky refused to come in one night - skipped off into the darkness, laughing. At about 1am she performed a two-pawed banging session on the window, followed by a meowing session. I got up to let her into the Boot Room - suddenly there she was with a mouse in her jaws. She promptly dropped it, in order to eat her supper and theElainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-15297238274633500822014-08-15T07:50:46.496+01:002014-08-15T07:50:46.496+01:00Hi Mitch, I must confess that I have had a life-l...Hi Mitch, I must confess that I have had a life-long aversion (fear of) feathered creatures - I could never bear to get too close to them in case they flapped their wings at me - I blame it all on a canary which we had when I was a girl, it was a vicious little beggar. keeping hens has forced me to conquer my fears - though a wildly flapping hen still makes me cringe inside. So, Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-19636248705225251952014-08-15T07:43:45.294+01:002014-08-15T07:43:45.294+01:00Originally we were going to get Rhode Island Reds ...Originally we were going to get Rhode Island Reds and set them to work on clearing some areas of the garden - but we got side-tracked by these girls. They are already developing their different personalities, I love watching them. Come the Spring, I may regret not having stuck to the original idea. How a hen can change in less than two weeks! Our shy retiring chuck turned into a Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-4483939241387546292014-08-15T07:21:52.744+01:002014-08-15T07:21:52.744+01:00How is Richard coping with being on her own? I...How is Richard coping with being on her own? I've just been down to see the girls, they really do gladden my heart with their beauty.Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-40391319348247468452014-08-14T17:50:44.750+01:002014-08-14T17:50:44.750+01:00I think finding the old life is a blessing of the ...I think finding the old life is a blessing of the work of closing up. I've also noticed no one except we old farts are enthralled with the history, so I write it down and wait for its discovery by another generation. I am so looking forward to your aunt's real life, before ptarmigants surrounded her. (Sorry, I can only find little birds for that one, but am smiling that it may be the Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-5857672796068421932014-08-14T17:16:38.403+01:002014-08-14T17:16:38.403+01:00Oh Frankie, her beak really has been pushed out of...Oh Frankie, her beak really has been pushed out of joint!<br />A moose loose aboot the hoose? Our cats are laughing at Sparky..hehehehehehehe.<br />Jane xJane and Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08102086552682194819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-61365355984378541572014-08-14T16:16:22.944+01:002014-08-14T16:16:22.944+01:00I never had chickens of my own growing up. New Yor...I never had chickens of my own growing up. New York City has some odd laws limited (to nothing) the types of farm animals you can keep in a city apartment. But I've been fascinated by the stories I've been told by friends in the know. I had no idea they had such individual personalities. Yours are beauties. I suppose Frankie One and Frankie Two aren't bad names. We had a pet parakeetMoving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-25518476715512153132014-08-14T14:39:02.344+01:002014-08-14T14:39:02.344+01:00Oh, your post had me laughing out loud! Hens are ...Oh, your post had me laughing out loud! Hens are so funny... and yes, they have oodles of personality. We have a Rhode Island Red who thinks she's "The Boss Of Everyone" (including us). She's a real handful. <br /><br />...and the MOUSE in the house whilst cooking for the wedding? Good grief!<br /><br />What a process you've been through re: your Aunt. My mother was Little Home In The Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14542813650753976168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233333895532950182.post-14483872156173689352014-08-14T13:21:01.323+01:002014-08-14T13:21:01.323+01:00Lovely hens. We are down to our last one, and I...Lovely hens. We are down to our last one, and I'm not sure yet if I'll get any more.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.com