Monday, April 30, 2012

Profile: Pinkie

Pinkie is a male all pink pig, he is about 10 weeks old.
Lives on Dave's farm.
Likes food, food, trying to break out and food.
Particulary likes potato skins and fresh dandelions.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Oink Oink!!!

Well hello blogger world, nice to meet you.  I am Pixie and I live here with my brother Pinkie.  We are very fussy about where we live so don't actually live in the garden of Herself the Mammy but up the road on Dave's farm. She comes up to feed us sometimes with a bucket of vegetable scraps from the kitchen and the garden.  Also feeding us is The boy-man and sometimes his girlfriend, by the way we are starving get up here quick.  We live with our other brother and sister and we share a barn and a whole pile of muck.  Well it wasn't a whole pile of muck when we moved in but we redecorated when we got here.  I love to eat carrots and potatoes and shoes, Pinkie will eat anything.

Pinkie and Pixie together on left digging for food

Sperenza: We moved

Yep, we have moved and now we are in a much more up and coming area, much more suitable to a lady of my station.  Herself the Mammy and Miss Skinny Long Legs huffed and puffed and dragged the house to the front of the garden and it is now sitting in the orchard.  We followed on...except Marigold who always has to be different.  She was carried to bed in the middle of the night by Herself the Mammy and Kat with Two Legs.  She was pretty shaken up when she woke up this morning, ranting on about axe murderers and chicken nuggets.  Anyway along with the move the food seems to have improved.  Herself the Mammy gives us organic layers pellets but also has some goodies for us from a bucket.  She also has a bucket for the cats and another bucket, I can't read what is says I wonder who it is for.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

W T F: Marigold

So, got up, pecked around, had breakfast, laid an egg, you know the usual stuff.
Herself the Mammy let us out and I went off to see if I could terrorise the shite out of Socky, he's such an easy target.   He picks on Simba and Picasso but Simba is my friend so I look out for him.  It was sunny and Herself the Mammy and Miss Skinny Long Legs were out in the garden arsin about.  The Man Who shouts was at the window shouting at them...something about ruining his fecking grass.  I agree with him though, if they want the grass ruined why don't they just let me at it. So we had a grand day, I pecked at Socky twice and grabbed food from that stuck up bitch Lady Lavery a few times...she deserves it, she's so full of herself.  Anyway, it was getting dark and I headed for home, I always get there first to get the best roost and well what the fuck, the house was gone. I mean it was just gone. A spot of sand and a load of hen poop where it was supposed to be.  Well, what am I supposed to do about that.  I sat a squaked and squaked.  Lady Lavery and Sperenza came over and did what I thought they'd do which is run around in circles like idiots.  Anyway, Herself the Mammy came out and started her mad calling "chick chick chick chick chick"...what does she think we are idiots, we see her with food we run, she doesn't need to call.  But those other two sycophantic idiots run after her and think she's great.   So she kept trying to get us to leave the back of the garden and go somewhere else.   Now I may be only a hen but I have heard stories of what happens to hens when they get on a bit and the words axe and pot come to mind so she wasn't going to lure me out, no way.  I ran and the other two followed her off to I don't know where.  I kept expecting to hear a chop and see headless hens running by me.  It started to rain and I found some wood to shelter under and dozed off.  Next thing I know it was and very wet and cold and a light was shining in my eyes.  I couldn't run as I can't see in the dark and Herself the Mammy picked me up. Fuck this I thought, I'm done for.  She carried me to the front of the garden, I heard a squeek and nextt hing I know I'm home in bed again...maybe this was all just a dream.  Talk again.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Profile: Marigold

A little brown hen.

Lays an egg most days but at lunchtime when the other two have gone for a peck.
LOVES dust baths.
Was best friends with Honeysuckle who got taken by "The big red hairy thing"
Now best friends with Simba and has adopted Simba as a brother hen.
Keeps away from other hens.
Is quiet...BUT has a mouth like a sewer.

You  have been warned.

What you missed

Well hello all, we have been gone for a long time now due to "technical difficulties", meaning I forgot the password and couldn't log in and then life just moved on.
I am "Herself the Mammy" and I live with "The man who shouts", "Miss skinny long legs" and "Him the boy-man and sometimes his girlfriend". "She who doesn't live here" is the other one who obviously doesn't live here. Also with us are the four legged furries Picasso, Simba and Socrates and a slug conversion team of three Lady Lavery, Sperenza and Marigold.  We have a few more additions this week but will introduce them later.
So, the last time we were here it was around the time the whole world changed...mainly by the introduction of two new hens...Marigold and Honeysuckle. So named because they escsaped from the box I brought them home in and I found one hiding under the Marigolds and one under the Honeysuckle. It took them a while to settle in, they had no problems but the other three did.  They got into a routine of sleeping all night, laying in the morning and then rambling through the whole garden all day long.  The other three eventually tried to ignore them.  The last summer I lost two to a fox...Honeysuckle and the Countess.  I was shocked that I heard nothing and just found a pile of feathers. The next morning (5am) I heard squaking a there as bold as brass was a fox standing in the garden so I shooed him off. This happened 3 mornings in a row and then he left.  We have a new neighboir and that now means three houses in a row have garden hens so I went and set of the alarm with them.  A few months later "Him the boy-man and sometimes his girlfriend" saw a fox in the garden....and shot him, simple.  It had already taken 3 hens from the neighbour.
So, thats all the news for now, I will let the animals fill you in over the week...they have a bit of news to share and probably do it better than me.
Thanks for listening.