We have our first death in the household since moving here. One of our 4-5 week old chicks, named John after our builder who first saw he wasn’t well, died last night. I got home about 10pm from bottling (more on that in a minute), got the kids into bed (I don’t normally kep them up that late but Martin was in Spotswood packing up the old house and we had been working hard until then so it was a needs must situation) then I finally got the chance to bring in our chicks. They’re around 5 weeks of age which means they’re nearly ready for life in the big pen but in the meantime they’re being slowly acclimatised by being taken out each morning and brought back in every evening. They’re enclosed in our old chook house, a small kit build one a friend gave me about 2 years ago which is plenty big enough for now 8 small chicks and it gives them time to get used to the other hens and roosters, and them to the smaller chicks too, before they’re in the pen proper. Well, when I brought them in last night John was a pretty miserable bundle of feathers. He was cold and stiff and I was convinced he was gone. Given how sick he’s been and that he hasn’t grown in a couple of weeks I had been fully expecting it and, if I’m brutally honest with myself (and you too of course) I was grateful too. A sick chick IS a lot of extra work AND he would have been so very miserable. Well, as I picked up this cold stiff little bundle of feathers he drew in a very sick gaspy little breath. Unbelievably he was still alive. I bedded the chicks down inside and said farewells to John (I am a sentimental fool I know), knowing full well he would not be with us in the morning. He was not. Orik couldn’t care less of course and Allegra just took it in her stride. It was just another piece of information to her as she’s still a bit young to really comprehend what had happened but Jasper is fully aware of what had happened and was most upset he couldn’t pat John again and couldn’t see him again and so on. We had a pat and said goodbye, both of us with streaming tears and John is currently sitting on top of Ignisa our wood heater, in a small tin awaiting Daddy to come home to perform a funeral. It seems kind of silly to hold a funeral for a 5 week old chick but I think it’s probably a necessary thing for Jasper to complete the hard little life lesson he’s just learned. He knows about death but it’s never been such real and tangible thing, only ever an abstract concept gained from his Granddad having passed years before he was born.
In other more positive news, yesterday was spent up to the eyeballs in apricots, finished off with super sweet white nectarines. I headed over to Phoenix Park, a great caravan park with cabins and a most marvelous hall where we set up the pressure canner, Fowlers Vacola water bath, dozens of jars, bowls and between us, 30kgs of apricots and 5kgs of white nectarines, all organic and absolutely delicious. We had freshly made Vegemite and cheese scrolls and brown rice mushroom risotto for lunch, then got stuck into halving our apricots. I had decided to halve them and if the halves were complete and whole I would bottle them but if they were blemished or bruised etc, then the apricot minus the blemished part would be turned into apricot nectar for drinking. I bottled 16 of the #27 jars of apricots in water and 4 of the #36 jars and a #20 of nectar but sadly I forgot the golden rule and I unloaded hot jars onto a cold bench (in my defense I had only made it to bet at 1:15 the night before with a 5am wake up and I was pretty much exhausted when I was unloading the jars) so I’ve broken 2 of my #36’s and I have a 3rd of questionable condition as it’s leaked over 1/2 of its contents. It’s made me stop and think about several aspects of bottling juice but I’ve not given up yet. It sounds crazy, even to me, but it took us 11 hours to bottle 16 jars of apricots in water, 8 in light syrup, 7 bottles (I think) of nectarines and 6 or 7 bottles of apricot nectar as well as processing 30kgs of apricots and 5kgs of nectarines but we also had my 3 monkeys and a 9 month old in the mix! Not a bad achievement in my books.
So, here are the photos I promised from yesterday.
This morning was a very slow start after the late night we’d had. Orik slept until 7:30 (although he came in for milk at some ungodly hour of the night before dawn), Allegra after 8 and Jasper slept until almost 9. I think he would happily have stayed in bed longer except for his sister being insistent he get up accompanied by a grumbly tummy. As we broke our fast at around 9:30 10 I went out to take the chicks outside and was greeted by a couple of visitors I hadn’t expected to see. I knew we had kookaburras around as one had been visiting and eating the resident skinks from my potato beds and compost heap and then had returned that evening with a friend whereupon they’d caught the mouse Minnie had rejected the day before and another skink or 2. Given their predilection for snakes and other reptilia they are so very welcome. 😀 In fact we will be encouraging them to come visiting.
The fellow on the trampoline flew off a little so I followed after him and was blessed to be able to stand about 3 metres away from him. They really do have the most amazing glossy hard black eyes. Predatory, without being cruel if that makes sense. Sadly I didn’t get laughed at (never thought I’d say THAT in my life) but I was snickered at, a slow craaaak… craaaak… craaaak… but not the full-throated belly laugh. Is there any other bird in the world with such a distinctive and joyful call I wonder? It is simply marvelous to hear them chortling and chucking away in the trees across the creek and it never fails to make me smile. 🙂 If you have never heard a kookaburra’s laugh, check out this link. Well, Mr Kookaburra was warmly welcomed and most cordially invited to drop in whenever he fancies and no need to call first. In fact he was told he’s welcome to make himself at home whether or not we are at home BUT he was warned off the baby chicks (not that he can get to them at the moment anyway but still). What a wonderful cheer me up after John’s discovery this morning. I just wish my photos were better but with limited zoom and an iPhone only and being a less than average photographer… Oh well.
And finally, I put my kids down for naps this morning as I could see they were cranky from too little sleep and although I know they’re not very eco at all (we’re getting back into cloth again but we have been using sposies just whilst we got settled 😦 ), Allegra who is just toilet training went back into a nappy for her nap. Jasper was being helpful and went to fetch it for me…
I just had my own little “moment” with a kookaburra…I was out picking some veggies for Steve to take to my daughters in town tomorrow and I heard this ungodly sound! It was sort of like those death metal bands and was an horrific sort of menacing talking! I got the shock of my life and almost fell over in the snowpeas! I slowly turned around to see a young kookaburra (he was born on the property and lives here with his parents) sitting on a branch not 2 metres away from me “practicing” his talking! I have to say it wasn’t a happy laugh at all! If you heard that late at night you would probably need one of Allegra’s nappies! ;). Love the bottling…mum used to use a vacola (I wonder what happened to it?) kit and bottled EVERYTHING! I love eating apricots fresh rather than bottled (probably overdosed when I was a kid 😉 ) but it is a fantastic way to preserve them for winter, when there is nothing better than an apricot brown betty/crumble or version of a tart tartin. Sorry about your little chicken :(. We have 7 chicks that are living on borrowed time because the mother is going to be bringing them up towards the house to the feral cat invasion area and they will be picked off one by one till she is stunned and alone…the ferals work as a tag team distracting and stealing with stealth :(. Once we can catch her we will toss her into the new chook run but there isn’t much hope for the babies to be honest. I am really enjoying reading about your new country happiness 🙂 I hope the New Year has been treating you well. We have been slothing about having a ball. I planted out a whole lot of garlic that was sprouting and am just about to pull out some manky green lettuces and plant some brussels sprouts. This gardening lark never ends does it? Thank GOODNESS for that! 🙂
Loving the new year so far and learning a LOT! My gardens have suffered sadly though. Most of my beans carked it in the heat (I have at best 1 in 10 still showing green) and my broccoli have caterpillars so I need to get my butt down and pick off both the eggs and pillars before the leaves look even more like lace. My spuds may be suffering heat stroke but then again they may be ready to harvest. I’m nervous to be honest. My 2 pea plants are fried too. 😦 live and learn.
Shame about your chicks too but as they say, that’s life in the country. Your feral cats sound too clever by half though.
Yes, I realised later that our craaak kookaburra is just a baby tuning up. He’s still fluffy! He sat next to his parent today trying out his trills and working on his guffaw. It was glorious!
This week of blast furnace heat that we have been getting has shrivelled my lettuces and the beans on the outside of “the tangle” have suffered a bit. Everything else is a mas tangle of greenery and seems to have taken the heat with gusto. At last my tomatoes are starting to ripen! The weird flat tomato (still flat but covered in fruit) is ripening yellow (called “Yellow nugget”) and I can see hints of pink and red coming from the thicket of greenery so fingers crossed we might get some tomatoes in a few weeks. Its all live and learn with veggies when you do it for the first time. We have only ever had 1 veggie garden before this, when we lived in town and although we had a huge crop of tomatoes, they weren’t that nice because we overwatered them and they lacked flavour. Its all experimental at first and it certainly takes a while to sort out what grows best on your property. It would appear that we can both “grow” kookaburras at least! 😉
It is experimental but it’s so frustrating when it all doesn’t go to plan. And yep, kookaburras we CAN grow! 😀 A very worthwhile crop they are too. 🙂
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