Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Hens on strike
Egg production has all but stopped here over the past two weeks, as the hens have started their annual moult. One poor chook looks terrible, she's missing great clumps of feathers and looks a little embarrassed about it. The floor of the chook shed looks like one of them has exploded, feathers everywhere. I sure hope all is how it should be and they start to grow a thick winter covering of feathers soon. We are down to only five eggs and the thought of having to buy some doesn't appeal! Meanwhile, the rooster has grown a bit.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.