Chicken and Fire

It’s been a while siince I last posted anything and it’s been even longer since I posted anything interesting. So, because nothing interesting has happened to me recently and because there’s nothing even remotely controversial that I can write about, I thought I’d give you a simple update. I have four chickens; Chuck, Flump, Babs and Pebbles. They all live in a corner of the garden and have a nice little wooden house. Unfortunately, redmite like to live in wood and also like to bite/annoy/feast on chicken so it was time to remove the wooden house and replace it with a plastic one. Redmite find it much more difficult to survive on plastic and will be less of a nuisance to the chickens.

I bought a lovely new chicken house on eBay, which is made from plastic. It’s larger than the old house and there areChicken house roosting boxes at the back- the chickens seem to love these and have started to lay their eggs inside them. My only problem with the new house is a serious design flaw; instead of the roof lifting open for access, the whole house has to be lifted off of the base so that it can be cleaned out. This means that the sawdust inside will blow everywhere and make a big mess. I’ve sort of worked around this by making little trays made from plastic that fit each section within the house, so that these can be quickly scooped up and emptied into a black sack. It’s not ideal and will still cause a big mess if it’s windy, but seeing as the chicken house was purchased at a bargain price, I won’t complain.

Sadly, during the night before last, Babs died. All four chickens were rescued battery hens and I have no idea how old they were to start off with or if they were even the same age. I’ve had them for around 18 months, which is quite a long time considering what they had already been through.

To remove as much of the redmite as possible, I destroyed the old, wooden chicken house and had a bonfire last night- it took around two hours to burn the old house, along with some old bits of fencing and other random wood that needed burning. Rather than bury Babs, I took the opportunity to cremate her- I intend to leave the planet in exactly the same way, so don’t be so disgusted!

FireThe roof from the old, wooden chicken house was made from some sort of corrugated material, which in hindsight probably contains some tar or other flammable material. I put one, small piece of the roof on the bonfire and within seconds, it was going mad! The bonfire seemed to erupt, with flames maybe fifteen feet high! This wasn’t an ideal situation, considering that my bonfire was next to bushes and under a wooden pergola. The bush caught fire but fortunately, I had planned ahead and already had the hosepipe on hand, so a quick dousing with water got things back under control. The fire was still raging, so I kept spraying it just enough to calm it down without actually putting it out.

I’ve not had a bonfire for ages and there’s something strangely relaxing about burning things- am I a borderline pyromaniac? Who knows, but I definitely enjoyed it, despite almost setting fire to my garden.

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