Bridget is still with us and seemingly rather better. But she’s not laying, and maybe more importantly, she’s no longer top hen. No-one is pushing her around, but she’s content to let others fight for the treats (she’s wise enough to know that she will eventually pick up a titbit or two as they scatter them around in their haste), and she’s no longer under my feet when I go into the run from time to time. She’s eating and drinking like a non-laying hen (ie she’s not starving all the time!) but it’s still a case of wait and see. The two Lovely Ladies have the care of the girls next week, and I’ve reassured them that whatever happens we’ll be fine about it, as long as they are happy to keep a close eye for any sign of ill-health or other difficulty.
Sugar is thin … well, featherless, really. Her quills are visible but she has not yet refeathered. She’s still clearly bottom hen, and I’ve no illusions that will change when her feathers come through – and I suspect, nor has she! Between the seven of them, we’re getting only 1 or 2 eggs a day now, and none at all from time to time. So apart from the moult, I suspect the Welsummers have stopped laying for the winter – and after a warm, sunny autumn, it is now very cold, though thankfully mostly dry.
I’m fairly sure I’ve not seen an egg from Delia in a while, either – only Light Sussex eggs for some weeks now. But Delia is well and happy and spends time with Bridget whenever she can. Bridget has always made her feel welcome, even though their relative positions in the pecking order have been clear for all to see.
There’s been no real sign of the Light Sussex moulting – until yesterday. Verity was on the ladder, waiting for some attention from the kitchen, when she developed an itch and shook herself … and ever since, she’s been surrounded by a cloud of white feathers whenever she moves! Hopefully, she’ll not take long to get her quills – it’s another fine, clear, cold day today.
We’re not yet in a position to change their woodchip, but it needs doing soon. I’ll order a load after half term … and make sure DH sets aside the time to help me move it, come rain or shine. Frustratingly, in Jan/Feb we’ll have some from our own trees, as the apple tree is in desperate need of desperate measures, and may actually be felled rather than pruned. Still, that will create space for some new, smaller fruit trees – and a large pile of woodchip for future use. Shame the timing isn’t better.
But I suppose, by the time we’re ready to rake out the old woodchip, we’ll be able to clear up the feathers at the same time for one last time this year. And in the meanwhile, I’ll stuff as much apple in the freezer as I can – this may be our last fruit crop for some time …