New Chooks at the Barn
As you'll recall from this post we've now doubled the poultry population at the Barn with three new joiners to the existing flock. We've chosen chickens this time on the basis of their ability to deliver interesting coloured eggs, We've a Skyline, (the pale multi-hued lass on the right of the photo) which allegedly will deliver blue/green eggs and a White Ranger which should produce really white ones. There's also a Red Ranger to keep up the numbers.
I'm trying to avoid any naming of the birds to prevent the repetition of the anthropomorphism and resultant emotional response when I suggested, (now that their productivity is dropping off) serving the existing birds for lunch.
A couple of weekends ago Her ladyship and I ambled down to Leatherhead to collect our new recruits. What the nice lady at www.southmeadpoultry.com who supplied my chickens conveniently forgot to mention is that we'd chosen three of the fastest breeds, both on foot (where they make the roadrunner look sluggish) and despite clipped wings they're all pretty good at getting airborne resulting in one very exhausted chicken wrangler and three deeply traumatised chickens on their first night in their new home.
Despite the obvious advantages they enthusiastically resisted the safety of their new coop and tried to go and play in the wood with their new chums Mr and Mrs Fox and their ravenous brood.
Hey ho, it keeps me fit and I'm sure they'll stop shaking (with laughter maybe?) in a week or so.
The older generation of 'diminishing returns' poultry are pretty miffed about the territorial implications of younger, more productive, neighbours and have a adopted a traditional British Trades Union approach of non-co-operation with the management and hysterical pecking and squawking at the competition.
I'm sure it will all work out in time, if not there's still the option of a "coq au vin pour encourage les autres".
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Apiary, it's not all glamorous white suits and prodigious amounts of honey you know, it's also the occasional searing pain in the ear.
For the benefit of Mark who must find it frustrating sitting next to his Puglian trulli watching little Italian bees raiding his copiuous Italian lavender and then buzzing off to make Italian lavender honey, (for someone else) here we are with the latest Bees from the Barn update.
It's been an interesting summer for the (mostly) ladies of the hive thus far, those of you who've been paying attention will both remember that at the start of the season I split my existing colony in two thus creating a pair of smaller and (because I made the split too early according to my beekeeping mentor Ian) weaker colonies. Fortunately the fine weather has meant that my poor timing was not been fatal to my little chums. Ian did an inspection with me a month or so ago and identified a couple of things I should do including treating both hives for Varroa (Varroa is the parasite often held responsible for the devastation of the bee population in recent years). He also suggested limiting the amount of space in both hives to make it easier for the bees to keep warm and build up population. That all worked well and both hives now have healthy queens, loads of workers and ChaCha and I added supers to the hives last weekend.
Supers are the additional layers we add to the hive in the hope that the bees will fill them with honeycomb and (hopefully) much more honey than they need for the winter. That's the honey we greedy humans take for our own culinary purposes having calculated how much the bees need and extracting the surplus. So far they've built good stores in their bit of the hive and I'm hoping that they'll be thinking of my needs now and making the most of this warm weather and what seems to be a good summer for blossom.
ChaCha captured some video and photos of the latest inspection in between squealing and swatting the air ineffectually and there's a little video if you click on the photo.