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the snow and snow and snow…. we know

I blame the snow. The weather in the UK is refusing to give me even a smidgen of blogging inspiration. I look out the window and just want to get back in bed. Its springtime blues I tell you. This time last year. I had radishes, I had super early peas and tasty winter leaves. Now I have, lots of leggy seedling bursting through their seed trays, taunting me daily, begging to be set free. The gamble paid off I might say, because although they’re early, they’re alive. I can’t imagine starting anything outside in this weather. I love the snow, but its spring. So be gone.  The chickens. My chooks, the reason I get up at 6am on the dot. The apple of my self-sustaining fantasy. Are mental. I got my first egg from Sarah-Jane (black tail). However now she has decided that I will pay for the pain of childbirth and has started making a noise that I can only describe as whiteboard meets white-noise. Its not so loud as to disturb my partially deaf neighbor, …

The ladies are in.

I won’t start a debate on whether global warming exists or not, all I know is that the weather’s off. It’s hot and cold and unpredictable,  but that being said, this is England. Assignment deadlines and general university related issues have kept me locked down. But with the lovely weather last week, I had to break free. I bought chickens! 3 to be precise. Sarah-Jane, June-bug and Nugget. The ladies are in. They have a nice little house with enough feed for the next 6 months, a chicken first aid kit, straw and lots of love on my end. I’m a proud mother and these little ladies are my balls of feathery wonder. Now for some eggs. At 17 weeks I have nothing but wait and see shall we.