We do have a “brooder plate”.
This is a square of plastic on adjustable height legs with a metal warming plate underneath the plastic. It plugs into a socket and has a set temperature which keeps the chicks warm – as a mother would under her body and feathers. Brilliant.
Now back at mum’s flat waiting for the fridge delivery. Fingers crossed.
Mum’s carer and I dismantled mum’s fridge (it’s broken) and finally found the plug behind the machine.
It was good teamwork and let’s hope that the new fridge will be delivered this afternoon and fit into the space. Mum sat and supervised!
The U3A walkers, last Friday, insisted on giving a donation towards a charity of our choice by way of a “thank you” for refreshments in the barn. I nominated the St Neots Food bank.
This morning I took our donations and an unopened packet of disposable nappies (unused by youngest grandson) to a unit in Little End Road where two volunteers were making up boxes of goods to distribute to the local food banks.
We are living in a society where the gap between the haves and have nots is ever widening. If we accept this then that gulf will continue to grow and we will be a divided nation not just over Brexit but over even more fundamental issues such as food and housing. I could go on but I won’t.
And her friend and her friend’s son. I told our lovely guest, “no gifts, thank you,” but she ignored me and brought packets of beautiful serviettes. How clever and useful.
We ate tea in the barn, played with the tiny quails and collected eggs from the hen houses and, all too quickly, they headed back to the metropolis with bags of fresh tomatoes, cucumbers and jars of jam.
At last the single, solitary hen egg under the sitting bird has hatched and the chick and its mum speak the same language. And it’s not “quail”!
Click below for chicken speak
found another little hatchling emerging. It’s now safely indoors near the heater – and it’s chirping
