At the moment we have four chickens that are laying eggs every day along with four youngsters and four totally useless ducks. We do not eat 4 eggs per day, largely because a fear of getting egg-bound.
Even allowing for all the extra eggs used in the baking that Pam has been diong recently, we are still left with loads of spare eggs.
I have one arrangement to swap some of the eggs for beer which is one of the better uses for the excess. Even after this though, we are still left with spare eggs which we give to anybody that we can dump them on.
Because of this, when we saw an advert in The Orcadian for some chickens, we decided to buy them.
This is maybe not as stupid as it seemsat first sight. The birds that we are going to buy are Black Jersey Giants, a meat bird, so we will not get many more eggs. It is a breed that had said earlier that she would like to have but we did not think that there were any up here and had assmed that she would have to get some from down south.
It is going to be a bit of an adventure for the chickens (a trio, 2 hens and a cock). They are coming from Hoy. The man selling them is going to put theminto a box and give them to one of the crew of the Hoy ferry. I then have to pick them up when the ferry docks at Houton and give the money to the ferryman.
I thought that you were supposed to have a penny from your eyes on your death to pay the ferryman but this particular ferryman is going to get a good deal more than a penny and I am not even dead yet.
The new chickens will have the brand new MK3 chicken house, so now I will have to build another 1 or 2 chicken houses. The bit of the field where the chickens are is going to start looking like a mini council estate or more probably like a rather run down brazilian shanty town.
Pam went to to work at the cafe in the Fossil Museum for the first time today. A minor mishap as one cake burnt because Pam is used to a fan oven and forgot to allow for hot spots in a non-fan oven. Over all though she seems to have done well and enjoyed herself.
The Fossil Museum
On Thursday I had a really bad leg and had to resort to strong pain killers. On Friday it was much less painful but had decided to attack both hips, both shoulders and one wrist. I considered this to be cheating as it normally only affects one joint at a time.
I sympathise with people who have normal arthritis. It must really grind you down knowing that every day the same joint is goint to hurt. At least I have the excitement of trying to guess where it will be on the next day and most of the time it just goes away all together.
Anyway, Friday was not good but it was drizzling all day so I had a good excuse to sit inside and do very little. I did manage to get some bits ordered to enable me to convert my little model train to DCC (a sort of computer controlled train set). It remains to be seen if I can solder the new bits onto the correct places without completely ruining the whole thing.
I got sent off to get some chips from the mobile chippy that visits Burray village every Friday evening but I was to late and he had gone when I got there so we decided to go rash and have a bar meal at The Sands.
Evelyn, the landlady at The Sands told me that Amy (you remember Amy, the big akita that Molly does not like in her obedience class). Well Amy had gone lame the other day. They took her to the vets and she had a damaged foot. Some of the bones are out of place. Evelyn was told that she has two choices, either leave it and see what happens or go to Aberdeen and pay £5000 for an operation that may not work.
Needlass to sa, they have decided to wait and see. This means that Amy will not be going to the obedience class anymore.
When I told this to Molly she did not seem to be really worried about Amy's plight but just jumped about wagging her tail.
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