chicken stuff

Hattie, Hetty and Bluebell

Thanks so much for all of the kind comments about the blanket and all the great paint suggestions.  I'm looking forward to changing the bedroom colour but I suspect it will take us while to get around to painting – the thought of having nice new grey walls is lovely but the reality of getting them is less lovely. In the meantime I have something else that is lovely and grey in my life. Meet Hattie, Hetty and Bluebell…

 

Girls

 

Come on girls, turn around and say hello. They are more interested in pecking the fence than having their photo taken, in fact they are more interested in pecking than doing anything else.

I collected them on Monday afternoon and they are slowly getting used to their new home. They've been very twitchy and nervous, jumping at every new sound – the lawnmower a few gardens away caused lots of consternation and when a plane went quite low overhead on it's way to Stanstead airport they went completely to pieces – watching them reminds me of the story of Chicken Licken who thought the sky was falling.

They became a little calmer this afternoon. Earlier I spent a couple of hours outside with them, weeding the veg patch and all the while making warbling happy chicken sounds and cooing at them to get them used to me (the neighbours will now think I'm completely batty). They still need assisting in and out of the hen house, as the ladder clearly terrifies them right now but having had chickens before I know that they'll be doing it on their own in a few days. It won't take long before they'll have settled enough for their individual personalities to emerge – they are already starting to size each other up and work out the pecking order.

They are all hybrid hens bred from Marans crossed with other breeds – Hattie is a Speckled Ranger

 

Hattie

 

Hetty is a Speckled Humbug

 

Hetty

 

and Bluebell is a Bluebell

 

Bluebell

 

They came from Handpecked which is a lovely family-run local business with a good range of hens and supplies.

It's so nice to have chickens in the garden again. They are such fun to watch and having freshly laid poached eggs for lunch is delicious, though it will be a month or so before they begin laying so I'll have to be patient. In the meantime I am enjoying being a chicken keeper again ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Chicks

 

crafts & knitting

cosy (part 2)

 

Bedb

 

It has taken me ages to write this post, partly because the days have been dark and dingy and so no good for indoor photography but mostly because my bedroom was a complete pig sty and I was too ashamed to take photos in there before I'd tidied up a bit. Now however I have shifted the pile of washing that was beside the bed, gathered up the errant lego bricks and hoovered up the biscuit crumbs that Toby leaves everywhere in his wake and for a short while I have a neat and tidy room.

 

Misty2

 

Misty3

 

 

Misty5

 

The 2nd misty blanket has turned out well and I'm enjoying snuggling under it at night. I ended up making 11 x 11 squares so a total of 121 which is a good fit for a king-size bed. I've used more structure in the placement of the colours than I did with the first misty blanket that I made – alternate rows of pink and orange centres interspersed with aqua, green and teal. Each square has 4 rounds of mixed neutral grey, cream and beige tones and is topped off with one round of charcoal grey. Then the whole thing was ringed with 5 rounds of charcoal and finally 3 alternate single crochet rows of silver, cream and silver. It's big, pleasing to my eye and definitely cosy.

 

Misty

 

Misty bed

 

Bedroom

 

Having the blanket on the bed however has made me realise how much I want to change the paint colour in our room. H finished painting in there a few weeks before Amy was born so we've had this deep blue for nearly 16 years now and I'm tired of it. I'm feeling that a lovely soft, dove grey colour would be calm and perfect, anyone have any paint suggestions?

Happy weekend all, it looks like being a warm one here so I may have to go and take my blanket off again!

autism · crafts & knitting

red lolly, green lolly

 

Shawl

 

Well the school half-term break has been and gone and we were getting back into term time routines when Toby came down with a vomiting bug. Poor Toby has had more than his fair share of illness this winter, perhaps his system has been weakened by the growth spurt he’s been going through – it seems that he’s visibly grown every morning when he gets out of bed and he’s not far off H in height now. Happily he’s over the bug and back at school now, a little thinner and a little taller and still with his poor old callouses from the hand biting that remains a too frequent part of his days.

 

Tobys hands

 

Over the half term break we spent some time trying to expand Toby’s P.E.C.s vocabulary by starting on descriptive symbols. Motivation is the key to P.E.C.s (which is why teaching it often fails in schools here, as they refuse to use food items as request-able and why on earth would any child want to jump through hoops to request a red cup or a green sock?) Luckily at home we don’t have those restrictions and I use Toby’s favourite foods all the time to re-enforce his use of P.E.C.s vocabulary and to motivate him to be more communicative with us. Recently he’s discovered a love of twister ice-lollies. These come in a pack of half red-with-green-middle and half green-with-red-middle and for some reason Toby doesn’t like the ones with the red outside. So when he’s brought the ‘I want lolly’ request to me I’ve been making him choose which colour.

 

Lollies

 

It’s working really well and he’s now independently adding the green symbol to the lolly on his request strip. So green lollies is all he gets and I have a freezer filling up with red ones because although Amy likes them she’s out so much of the time and she can’t match Toby’s lolly eating pace!

True to form I didn’t see much of Amy over the half term break – apart from at mealtimes (when she miraculously appears, eats and disappears back to her room again in stereotypical teenager fashion) or in the car (when I’m driving her to or from somewhere – friends house, music gigs, shops etc.). I’m trying to give her the space she so obviously needs at this point in her life but it is hard not knowing her so well anymore and I worry about her safety. I can only hope that all we’ve taught her so far about the world is enough to keep her safe as she forges her independence.

In the rare half-term moments that I wasn’t being mum, I worked on a new shawl – a long crescent shape one which I hope I’ll find easier to wear than the triangular ones I’ve previously made. That’s it in the picture at the top of the post, it’s from a pattern called ‘Crescendo’ by Janina Kallio – the yarn and pattern details are on my ravelry project page. Of course I know that knitting directly from an unravelling piece of knitting that didn’t work out is a cardinal knitting sin and one I’ll probably regret (as the yarn is still crinkly it will not knit up as evenly and I should have unwound it, soaked it, dried it and wound it into a ball before using it) but I was feeling lazy and I hope that during blocking the finished shawl will forgive me and turn out well!

 

Almond cake

 

I’ve also baked; our new favourite cake is Nigella’s easy almond cake which has marzipan melted within it and is deliciously almond scented and moist. I make 1/3rd of the recipe quantity and bake in a half pound loaf tin – the perfect quantity for a small cake as it’s mostly me that eats it, especially for breakfast with a strong cup of tea.

 

Woody

 

More birds have been coming into our garden thanks to the feeders and seed that my Mum and Dad gave me at Christmas. I love watching them flit between the feeders and the plum tree and recently we’ve had goldfinches, blue tits, great tits, long tailed tits, chaffinches, sparrows, dunnocks, blackbirds and a couple of lesser spotted woodpeckers.

 

Narciss2

 

Lastly I’ve enjoyed the blooming of the little pot of narcissi that I brought home from my friend’s funeral, a small and delicate reminder that beauty doesn’t often last and though some people may not be here as long as they should, they can remain and be treasured in the memories we have of them.