Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Eagle, I mean chickens have landed...

            Good afternoon readers (er reader?), another rota of the ‘grind’ finished and once more I return to the land of the living, although still feeling a tad like a cast member from ‘Dawn of the Dead’ to be honest! Now do not be expecting any bumbling apologies for my lack of blogging because it is not going to happen – time, the ‘grind’ and a wife’s chore list waits for no man so you’re just going to have to make to with less frequent ramblings at the moment and be bloody grateful for just the odd snippet whence time allows.

            So apart from the mundane cycle of life what news has dragged the Fish away from his perpetual and never ending to do list back to his keyboard? Well today is the first day after the bleedin’ last day of the ‘grind’ which traditionally means that the Grumpster is usually in residence and bugger all is achieved.  A ha but there’s that word ‘usually’, for today the Grumpster is strangely absent and ‘Mr. All is well with the world’ is in resistance, happy days. The last block of days off were filled with decorating the bathroom (well doing the bits that Clare trusted me to do), completed the chicken coup, drinking the odd bottle of cider (naturally), and having the Warthog’s walks confined to the evenings.

            And why the mad, headlong, rush for the completion of the chicken coup? Ahh tis because today I had myself a wee trip to see John Grey and pick up me two chucks, happy days indeed.

            So please excuse my tardy posting of late (damn it, was not going to apologise!), I hope to enter a longer post in my days off this week as, even if I do say so me self, I do have some rather splendid pictures of the evenings’ meanderings to share and a few thoughts upon the difference of walking at dusk instead of the early morning or midday as is my usual habit. Oh go on just the one picture to tease then….

Until later, take good care my friends,



Kath said...

That's not a chicken coup, it's a Mock Tudor 2 storey hen mansion!

Murphyfish said...

I do my best Kath, I do my best.....

Meanqueen said...

What pretty girls you have there. There will be no work getting done now you have those to play with.

Jennyta said...

Well, it's nice to see you back anyway, John. :) Good luck with the chickens.

Dog Hair in my Coffee said...

So what are their names? They MUST have names. The one of the left looks like a Welsummer? What is the one on the right?
And when you click on the last photo to enlarge it, it fills the screen, and your soul. It's BEAUTIFUL. It's also my favorite time of day.

louisa @ TheReallyGoodLife said...

I agree with Kath - great work on the mansion :)

And what pretty girls too! What chicken model are they?

Damn The Broccoli said...

Ah Murphy, the allure of the chook is never to be underestimated. When they are softly clucking away to themselves there is not a problem in the world and the eggs are what make it all worth while.

Can't wait to her more about them and their exploits.

Take care.

Kim said...

Beautiful chooks!! They'll make you smile a lot. Rather splendid coop too!! Loving that last pic - intriguing!

John Gray said...

nice to meet you again
enjoy the girls

Helene Burnett said...

Fancy digs for those chickens!Hope you'll enjoy them. Many evenings after work I would pull up a chair to one of our chicken pens and have "chicken therapy". Somehow watching them do their chicken activities was calming after a hard day of teaching. Give them a slice of watermelon and watch them enjoy it!

Gorges Smythe said...

Fine digs for fowl!

Badger Watching Man said...

What lovely ladies! I'm sure they'll be very happy indeed.

And I have to agree with Helene. I too have a chair in the garden, and I can spend ages watching the chickens as they scratch and peck away. You'll see - it's fascinating. And you can't beat the taste of fresh eggs.

Casey said...

Hey! Congrats on the hens. I hope to chronicle my re-use of an old children's play set into a chicken coop, soon. Should really chase down some rabbits first, though...

Looking forward to the Welsh countryside!

Take care -


Dog Hair in my Coffee said...

PS - after reading the other comments, so glad I'm not the only one who has a chair by the chickens and who ends a day watching them scratch and cluck. It is, indeed, good therapy! And I'm guessing you won't be able to stop with two. They are addicting.

Murphyfish said...

They are rather cute aren’t they

Thank you me dear.

Don’t know what breed they are, Mr. Grey seems to think that they are hybrids. And yes they have been named – Penelope Pit stop and Cruella De Ville.

Thank you me dear, guess they are a breed called ‘cute’ :o)

Eh up Damn,
Oh they’ve won our hearts already – and the eggs are slowly appearing too.

Thank you Kim,
Mmm Clare says that I do go to town when building stuff, but I think that ‘Poultry Towers’ is just the ticket.

John G,
And you my man – I’ll mail you with news n questions today (ish)

Chicken therapy – I’d have scoffed at this before P& C arrived but there is something deeply relaxing in watching the little chooks about their day.

Thank you Mr. Smythe.

It seems that I’m joining a chair occupying chook watching club ;o)

Cheers Casey,
Get them wabbits n then tell us more of the conversion my friend.

Laurie II
Ah there plans a foot for one or two more chooks, it is addictive