We had a nasty moment yesterday with that sweet, innocent looking hen on the right of this picture. That’s Willow, usually found wandering around the garden on her own, looking confused and, well, a tad gormless. She never knows quite where she’s hidden her gorm. We love her anyway. She’s Willow.
So, verisign is putting the price of com/net/org domains by 7% again. I can’t understand why they need to put the price up every year. It’s not as if they have to buy a lot of stock that’s also gone up in price. So I’ve decided to let most of my com/net/org domains drop and replace them with co.uk instead. Those are cheaper and Nominet don’t hike up the price every five minutes when they feel like it.
In other news: Shelley has been laying eggs for around 16 days now! She lays the cutest little eggs that are half the size of Inara’s. However, she’s now gone broody and is proving to be a stubborn little madam about it too. Typical black rock! (Even though she’s only half a block rock.) I’m doing my best to stop her, but I’m not hard-hearted enough to force her to sleep outdoors again. I did it for one night and felt like a right cruel so-and-so. It didn’t help when she kept making miserable sounding little cheeps every time she saw me. Hens!
I wish Shelley would learn to go into her little house at night by herself. She’s been with us, what; a month now? And I still have to go into her run from half past 8 to 9 at night and pick her up off the fence between her run and Inara’s and put her into her house. Which is a lot easier written down. She usually starts squawking that she’s been molested, that she’s going to be Murdered!! Last night, the silly bint managed to get her wings free from my hold and was clawing me so much that when I dropped her into her house, she banged herself against it.
I wish she’d realise that it’s as traumatic for me as it is for her, to have to do this every night. I hate that she is so frightened when I pick her up. She likes to run up to me and scratch around by my feet; she’ll even peck at my foot. But if I try to touch her she goes bananas. Whereas old Inara is happy to hunker down and let me stroke her. I’ve tried doing that in front of Shelley, to try to let her see that I really don’t mean any harm to silly little feathery girls.
There are times when I wish our neighbour hadn’t been so generous. His gift has caused us so much trouble. Not only in the expense of having to buy Shelley a new house, but that it makes it difficult for us now to reorganise the two runs as we had planned to do, when they’re rebuilt. I guess the moral is, think twice, think three times before you decide to give someone something out of the blue. It was a very kind thought and I am very grateful, but to be honest, I wish he hadn’t done it. Or had given us two bantams, or asked if we’d like to buy another to keep Shelley company.
A good deed can be a burden to the gifted. *sigh*
Inara decided that morning began at half past 7 today. She was up on her high perch (the one P thought was too high for Madam’s dainty legs, hah!) and giving it beak enough to wake up the whole of Chancery. No one has complained yet, thank goodness! Maybe it’s just me, being a late to bed and late to rise kind of person. Noisy girl!
No egg today. She laid yesterday and the day before, so she’ll lay tomorrow and friday. Though I’ve learned not to take Little Madam’s schedule for granted. There’s still no sign of anything from Shelley, so I think she must be really very young. I know it’s daft, being British and all and being constitutionally unable to just go to Tony and ask him how old she is. P and I keep telling each other that we’ll go and see him and ask if we can buy another bantam from him. It was very generous of him to just give us Shelley, but she’s a little bit lonely all on her own. We’ve thought about buying another one from somewhere if we can just find out where. Given that the new house we had to buy for her was £90 and another bantam will probably be £12-15, that was an expensive free hen!
There were some fun and games going on with the nextdoor neighbours this morning. No, I don’t mean the nice chap who lives to the right of us, but the sheep and lambs in the field to the left of our house! I don’t know what started it, but around 5 or 6 sheep and their lambs started having a mad five minutes in the bit of the field between our garden and the derelict house. (Which has been empty for more than 40 years and is very slowly falling down.) The sheep were bouncing around and running up and down the slope, followed by the lambs. Two of the sheep were being very affectionate to each other, rubbing cheeks and trying to mount each other! The other sheep further over in the field were watching them with very disapproving expressions on their faces. I could tell they were scandalised and tutt-tutting over it. They’ll be gossiping about that one for days!