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Chick update

Chick update

So by popular request here is the news about our four little ones. We bought them from the Saturday Ansião market – a bargain at 2 euros each. They are about 4 weeks old with ruffles of baby hair around their necks. They had all been de-beaked, unfortunately, but they seem none the worse for this now. They don’t cluck, they cheep. All the time! Even when they are snoozing (which seems to be a lot) they cheep, cheep, cheep.

Of course they had this wonderful 5 star hotel waiting for them. This has meant that they were very reluctant to leave the house and venture into the run for a few days, despite cajoling them with pellet food and cabbage leaves.

However, once one decides to enter the big, wide world the others are not far behind. But as soon as a dog barks they hurtle back into the house until they feel brave enough to give it another go. They have mastered the water and food feeder already.

We bought some more straw today for the floor of the house as the temperature is due to drop to single figures tonight and until they have all their feathers, in about 2 more weeks, they will still be able to feel the cold. Apart from snoozing, cheeping, eating and drinking they love sitting together on their perch inside the house, all huddled together. The main problem we have at the mo is that we can’t tell them apart!

Temos uma gaiola de galinha…

Temos uma gaiola de galinha…

My parents are with us at the moment and if they thought it was going to be one long holiday they have had a surprise: there’s work to be done on the farm! I did tell my dad before arriving that building the chicken coop would be a project for him but rather than taking a few days to do it’s taken a matter of hours because he cheated and brought a flat pack one with him!

With Richard at hand to help and a couple of Bosch boys’ tools they had it all up before lunch. They were both rather pleased with themselves and well deserved the extra large portions of courgette cake.

So have hen house, just need the chickens. Meanwhile the field where the chickens are to live had become a jungle: tall thistles and giant species of weeds had taken over and then dried to death in the endless sun. I eventually persuaded Richard to get the strimmer out and then we raked it over. It looked like an 18th century pastoral scene (except for the baseball hat):

We’re getting the galinhas next Saturday. The local agricultural co-operative has given us some help about where to get them, their age and feed. Can’t wait!