OXFORK SHOW

COME AND SEE MY LATEST PAINTINGS, ALONG WITH ORIGINAL DRAWINGS FROM MY BOOK - Chicken Coops for the Soul. On show and for sale at Oxford's grooviest cafe - Oxfork - Magdalen Road, OX4 http://oxfork.com/ The exhibition goes up on January 5 and will be there for 2...

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SOLAR POWER

Like wild birds, chickens are highly attuned to light. Wrap a wing around her face and in a couple of seconds she will be fast asleep, such is her sight's sensitivity. Which is why she is so much more efficient than my children at putting herself to bed at night. The...

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Tragedy

I should have posted earlier, to describe the terrible demise of my first family of chicks. Well. Peaches'. Five of them hatched. Three were really sturdy and on day two were out on the lawn, learning their mother's old-fashioned scratch-n-peck form of feeding by...

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Phew

So - that scrawny little thing eventually made it out (five hours later). And I'm proud to say I resisted the temptation to prise away the shell....It is flailing around quite horribly now, and its proud Mum is nudging it around with her beak - 'Come on, matey, get...

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Birth pangs

Birth pangs

OO la la, sometimes life in chickenville gets seriously exciting. Peaches, our darling little Pekin - so docile, so pretty - got in the mood for babies a month or so ago (inspired, naturally, by my putting three white plastic eggs in her nest). Being in the mood means...

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How to feed ourselves?

Seems a silly question, I know, when there's so much of it about, when we're burdened not by hunger but by obesity and early onset diabetes. It's only the crazy doom-mongers with nothing else to worry about who nag about our importing more grub than we have done for...

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let them eat milk

Life's hard for a farmer when the cold comes. And for us mini-farmers too. With the ground solid as concrete and the grass stiff and grey, I am painfully aware how dull life has suddenly become for my chickens. There they huddle on the barren ground, unable to scratch...

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Marek’s Horror

So - little snowball the silkie got the chop today. Well, not exactly the chop. Jay tried to dislocate her spine in the usual fashion, but her head came away in his hand - her whole musculature was so degraded, her little body so emaciated. This time the reason for...

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Popcorn RIP

So - there it lies at the foot of the plum tree - popcorn's gravestone, carefully strewn with daisies and forget-me-knots and inscribed by Elinor 'with love'. Popcorn the 30 week cockerel had his neck dislocated on Monday - Jay's first kill; a peaceful and trusting...

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