Once, twice, twelve times a mum...

So, quite unbelievably, several weeks have passed since I last posted and I think I can honestly say most of that time has been spent with my back bent over a newly sprouting something or other! Be it never-before-grown-by-me Okra plants or my super fluffy new babies (all 12 of them) I have been a very busy lady...

One of the first 'zips'...

Amazing to think I watched these guys hatch less that three weeks ago.

It's clear to see that Mr Tanglefoot has most certainly been getting the job done.

It has been the best hatch we have ever had  with two thirds of the eggs that were placed in the incubator coming out as a chick - that's good by anyone's standards. I'm thrilled that Mr Tanglefoot is managing to produce such pretty babies and the eggs I got from Paige's Poultry (see previous updates for details) did good too. In the mix I think I have 2 aracaunas and some sort of polish one plus some little black bantams too. Honestly couldn't be happier with the outcome. Once they are well established and outside, we will probably set the incubator going again and see what we get.

Higgledy Piggledy my black hen...

I've also let my black frizzle carrier bantam sit on some eggs. She was the first - and only so far - to go broody this year and I did promise that if it happened then I would let them have a go for their sanity and for mine. Not something we have never done before, but she has been good as gold and set about it straight away once I moved her out of the main coop. She's just over two weeks into her stint so this time next week we should have a few more chicks to worry about!

Along with all the animal life suddenly being in my hands, I have managed to over do it with the seeds again and am going under in seedlings. Frankly, not a bad thing and if I can find a spot for every single one then they will go in and become one days dinner!

Mint ( I think!)

Those bare rooted gooseberry plants I ordered online have found a good home and are doing really well - I'd actually recommend doing this if you want a fast turnaround on 'home grown' fruit as it looks like they are going to fruit really well.

Looks like we will be eating a lot of broccoli this year!

Absolute miles of progress on the veg plot...

The veg plot is really coming on with three raised beds now in place and beans, peas and cabbage already making a home there. We did order compost in bulk, but after a delivery that left the whole bag on the pavement giving us no choice but to barrow it off the street and into the back garden in one evening only to have it just fill one raised bed, I think I'm going to go back to popping to B and Q every weekend to but it in individual 125lt bags...
I guess having everything on the go at once probably seems a bit stressful to most people, but I absolutely love it. I can't think of a nicer problem than finding a space for just a bit more. The better weather is doing wonders for just about everything and that 'therapy' I spoke about in my last update has truly done it's job.

There's lots of cosmetic work going on at The Keep - all of the window lintels are being painted and trellis is being positioned nicely for some climbing plants... things are really coming together.


So, my back hurts, my arms hurt, I've got cuts and bruises I can't even account for but my raised beds have actual soil in them, my bean plants need canes because they are getting so big and I have more chickens than old MacDonald. A 'cluck, cluck here and a cluck, cluck there' does not even come close to the cacophony of cheeps that can be heard from our spare room every hour of the night or Mr Tanglfoot's newly discovered cockadoodledoo... Our eggs are selling out so I've had to invest in a 'queue' book and I have a list of people eagerly awaiting either plants or actual vegetables off our backyard farm. I have my volunteering induction next Sunday and a host of either vegan or craft fairs lined  up. Busy as the proverbial bee but hands down the happiest I've been for a while.

Come rain or shine, It'll still be mine.

Therapy...

So here's the thing, sometimes, for no particular reason at all, I get very 'low'. It' not something I have ever spoken openly about, not even with people very close to me and I struggle to marry up the confident, outgoing and passionate person I am most of the time with the lump of negativity I can become when I go through a spell of this... whatever it is. I get frustrated with myself because I stop putting in the effort I expect of myself which only leads to me spiralling even further down... and that's where I've been at for the last few weeks.

However, there is one remedy, once I've got my head around the fact that it's happening again, that I guarantee works like a dose of something vile tasting that your granny shoved down your throat with a promise of it being the cure. And that thing is growing things! Piece by piece, seed by seed I put myself back together and find my inner sunshine again. That, I promise you, only comes from the absolute simplicity and wonder that comes from the purest action of planting something and watching it become something amazing.

Seedlings are popping up at every turn - just 10 days after sowing some cabbage and cauliflower seeds I had shoots coming through.

And once I got myself back involved and motivated by just this tiny bit of progress, the ball was really rolling!

The herb bed is really starting to take shape. It's been edged properly, dug over and is already home to rosemary and thyme plants.

Something I thought was going to be much further doow the line - my first raised bed box is done! It's also now been painted and filled with manure and compost ready for it's first occupiers - I'm thinking beets and asparagus.

The lovely Veg Trugs that were gifted to me have found their rightful place near the green house, I experimented with what grew well in these last year and have decided that this time round they are going to be filled with perpetual salad leaves. We eat loads of salad and these provide the perfect height to just nip and pick some quickly for lunch.

Frankly, if it hadn't been for the torrential rain we have seen these last couple of weeks, I would have spent every spare minute cracking on. I've loved it - It's made me remember that it only takes a couple of hours here and there to see huge differences in the garden.

While floating on my renewed sense of self I finally got over to my local Animal rescue centre and filled in the appropriate forms to officially become a volunteer. This, as I have said before, has been something I have wanted to do for a long time. I know that with our wedding getting ever closer and me still having to work full time for the minute, my spare hours to do much of anything for them will be limited, but at least I've dipped my toe. I've offered to do anything from cleaning out kennels to organising fundraising events, so stay tuned for dates for your diary!

And I didn't stop there!! Spring is in the air, Easter is on it's way and for people like me that means one thing... CHICKS!!!

I've set the first lot of eggs in the incubator - Hoo - Rah!

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There it is - if a little blurry  - the first picture of the first set of eggs that The Keep will try and hatch... A real moment for us. They aren't all our own eggs - I'm giving Mr Tanglefoot, our new cockerel, the benefit of the doubt and putting some of our bantam girl eggs in there. I haven't actually witnessed him 'getting the job done' so I'm a little sceptical. We shall see. The rest of the multicolour beauties are from our friends at Paige's Poultry in Barton under Needwood - Again I can't go on about the lovely people there enough. Please check them out if you are over this way or trawling the internet for poultry suppliers - there's nothing they don't have!

I've decided I'm going to erect a great big sign at the entrance to the veggie patch the simply declares 'Therapy'. Because for me that's exactly what it is - the whole thing really. My Backyard Farm. The growing, thriving, living thing that I get to create anytime I feel like it. And in return I get something that words just don't do justice.

With a decidedly brighter outlook, and plenty still to do I find myself looking forward to what the next few weeks and months brings. Hopefully a bit of real sunshine!

Come rain or shine, it'll still be mine.

G

Let it be known, the first seeds have been sown...

It's been a busy couple of weeks here at The Keep with non- stop deliveries of one form or another. Notably would be the much anticipated and much mulled-over arrival of our new cockerel!

Introducing Mr Tanglefoot AKA Steven (because D says the first name is crazy).

He's a bit quiet and shy boy but we think he's a beauty!

We hope that he's going to make some pretty little babies with our bantam girls as he's already settled in with them nicely. With any luck we'll set the incubator at the end of the month and this time next month we'll see the fruits of his labours!

Talking of fruit, I have purchased some fruit canes and bushes online for the first time. This has probably been through desperation of wanting to see something growing in the garden as soon as possible. I would normally have started everything from seed, but couldn't reign in my impatience any longer... So 3 gooseberry bushes, 3 loganberry plants and 3 raspberry canes winged their sweet way over to our little patch this week.

 One thing I may have overlooked during my little buying spree was that the Gooseberry bushes and the raspberry canes were both packed up as 'bare-rooted' plants. For those who don't know (as I didn't) this means the plants come with the roots un-plugged and completely naked of any soil. Not a problem if your schedule and the weather permits some time to get said plants straight into some compost, or at least some water, to save their roots from shrivelling entirely - We, however, had non- stop freezing cold wind, rain and snow all weekend. So, as wrapped up as I could get, I took my newly purchased plants and trudged to the green house, sliding the door closed behind me to keep out some of the cold as I went about setting them in some pots until I get my raised beds sorted.

The Gooseberry plants have found a home in a plant pot that was left here by the previous owners until the weather breaks long enough for me to get the raised beds in order.

Thing is, once I started planting I didn't want to stop... the wind and rain be damned!! I was in my little green house sanctuary away from it all and I was going to get my Sow on! Anything that said I could sow it in February on the packet was indeed sown...

Savoy cabbage, cauliflower and parsnips...

The loganberry plants thankfully came in their own pots and I had some strawberry starter roots lurking about so they got potted up too. The big pot shown here, and another exactly the same, now contains some rhubarb seeds. I later cloched these.

I really hope I see something popping up in these pots soon, though I'm relying on the weather coming good sooner rather than later to make that happen. One thing to never be backed on in this country is the dang weather...

So, as the title of this latest update says, let it be known, the first seeds of The Keep have been sown. No going back only forward to a bright, blooming future and as always I just can't wait!

Come rain (and snow and sleet and flood!!) or shine, it'll sill be mine.

G

When is a chicken not just a chicken?...

If you are a resident of the UK, or of Europe actually, you have no doubt had some form of contact with the current avian influenza outbreak - even if it has just been seeing some tragic images on the news and switching over. Unfortunately, switching channels and not worrying about it isn't an option for anyone who keeps poultry, including us here at The Keep, and measures have had to be put in place to make sure our girls don't go getting poorly.

Initially, like many a backyard chicken keeper I imagine, I was fairly sceptical and thought only large institutions where poultry was kept in the thousands had cause for any concern. However, it soon became clear that even the odd bantam poking around someone's veggie patch seemed to be at risk and we went into full ' oh crap this is really happening!!' mode. Netting, tarpaulin and poultry shield in hand we went about securing our coop as best we could and have kept everything crossed regards the whole horrible matter ever since. My only hope is that being somewhere near the middle of the country, as opposed to being near a coastline, offers us some tiny shred of protection. I wear a single pair of cheapo croc -type shoes to go in and out of the coop - never anywhere else - and our nearest chicken neighbours (again a small flock in a ladies back garden) are about a mile or so away.

Anti-viral bedding should hopefully help.

Am I clutching to every shred of hope out there? Yes, I guess so, but then I do have an ever-present and wholly thriving reason to be. That lovely canal at the end of the garden - remember the one I gushed about all those months ago when we first moved in, the one that I thought would be amazing to sit by in the dusty summer evenings and that had us rubbing our hands together as we signed for our new home? Yeah, that canal - home to tens if not hundreds of wild birds and supporting hundreds more just within the half mile stretch of our street and the dog park. Every single one with the capacity to carry AI and introduce it to my lovely girls...

Frankly, it's terrifying...

Every scratch of the ear or shake of the head is now inspected and worried over like it could be the beginning of a zombie apocalypse. Imagining Defra swooping in and then being the 'bad owners' of the flock that bought AI to the midlands, to potentially ruin the lives of the farmers in the area through some small carelessness... Horrible just isn't even close to describing the very idea of it.

Above all though, I watch my beautiful girls, each one of them, and simply cannot stomach the thought of having no choice but to have them destroyed because of this devastating disease.

Having lots of treats during lock down.

They are not my livelihood, it's not the loss of income or any kind of reputation that has got me chewing my fingernails down. It's the thought of losing a single one of them - their personalties, their companionship, their voices on a freezing cold morning, their funny arguments over a shred of cabbage, the constant and comforting responsibility of being their care-giver... I'm scared to lose my friends.

My chickens have long been an unconditional part of my happiness. What ever I spend on them, however wet and cold I get taking care of them, how ever many 'crazy chicken lady' comments or ridicule I get from people who just plain don't get it, it is nothing compared to what I get from simply having them in my life. For an animal that many people see only as food, they have been capable of more than many people I have  known - that is to keep me going when everything else has failed.

So, when is a chicken not just a chicken? The answer is simple and the same for any animal. They are equal to, if not more important than, any one of us if only we recognise it. When we open our hearts and lives to any living creature they become a part of us and that makes them incredibly precious.

Maybe, in fact I hope against all hope, we are over the worst of this current epidemic and that the already devastating loss of animal life is coming to an all too slow end. It's not the best start to what I hope is a really promising first full year here at The Keep and my heart genuinely goes out to anybody personally effected by this awful blight on our feathered friends.

Lets have many more days shared with those that keep us smiling - human and animal alike.

Come rain or shine it'll still be mine.

G

365 opportunities to do something awesome...

So, 2017 is here! It came with a subtle sort of fizz here at The Keep - mainly because my head and my heart have been focused on the months ahead for ages anyway. The turn of the new year was merely a speck on my internal life planner, I did celebrate with a glass or two though of course!

Did we all have a good Christmas? Did santa bring us something nice? Did we get through the big day without setting the new kitchen on fire? The answer to all is yes,yes our first Christmas in our beautiful new home was absolutely as lovely as we intended it to be and here's to many, many more to come.

Now, though, I can barely contain my manic planning and researching and selecting and mass purchasing for all things backyard farm!! My ebay purchases list reads like an ' edible plants guide for dummies' everything from savoy cabbage to phacelia tanacetifolia, if it's a seed that grows into something edible or beautiful it is currently on it's way to my letterbox!! I ache for a vaguely warmer day when I can spend a couple of hours putting together the raised bed boxes that I've had in storage for what seems like a lifetime. The posts for the next chicken coop poke fun at me every time I walk past them and empty seed trays in the greenhouse practically slap me when I glance at the blatant lack of anything taking root in them. I want to scream at 2017 to hurry up! Be done with January where everything is dormant and freezing it's cockles off, let February be unseasonably mild to give me chance to prepare a little and then rock on March when a few of my seed packets say I can begin planting the first miracle-inducing seeds that will become the beginning of the amazing thing that will be our garden! Our wonderful, grow it - pick it - eat it, hard working, clucking, buzzing, organically grown GARDEN.

2016 bought so many things and a whole heap of inspiration - I just want to fill 2017 with everything I learned and yearned for.

Along with the extraordinary list of seeds that are on their way I've also begun eyeing up some new members for our little clan... I collected our hens from their 'Christmas holiday home' (we were away a lot so we boarded them at Paige's Poultry at Barton-under-needwood again - fabulous people with an even more fabulous flock, look them up if you are over this way!) and when I went for a little wander around, as I do when I'm there, I spotted the most dazzling little bantam Orpington cockerel that would suit my little girls a treat. He's one that bounced back to them for rehoming too, so it would even be a 'good deed' to take him on. There were also some really pretty little geese... I know I want some form of waterfowl for The Keep, but have been ummin and arring of exactly what to go for. I adore geese, the big, grumpy guard-dog kind,but realise we can't really offer enough space for those, little ones could be a game changer though... we'll see.

Probably the grandest edition to our creature features this year will be the bees. D chipped in with most of our family to raise the money to buy me a hive for my birthday the year before last, but with all the moving about we were doing we couldn't really get the bees. This year though they will have the perfect spot amongst the many bee-attracting plants I have lined up for them and should, with any luck, produce some lovely honey-a-la-chook-hook.

I know I haven't stuck to the weekly updates I had, at first, promised to do - my only excuse is that for every time I didn't log on and write something it was because I was DOING something instead! So I won't apologise too profusely. This year, however, you're probably going to get sick of me... here's to 365 opportunities to inspire you, to produce and provide, to raise and ripen, to work hard and make something awesome! oh and eeerrm get married at some point!

Come rain or shine it'll still be mine.

G