Chickens and ducks

Our feathered funny friends, they make us laugh with their antics, particularly when they run. They are extremely friendly and can also be quite moody. Currently we have a rooster, Mr Coq, aka the face of Pumpjack, Gertrude, our large grey chicken who loves her food, Goth, our regal and quiet black hen, and finally our little Piddlewick, our tiny brown chicken and the boss of the chickens. Then there are the ducks, children of Maggie, our pet duck. Sir Studly is our resident (and only, hence the name) male, Tequila, the leader of the pack when Maggie is not in residence, Sunrise, otherwise known as Sunny for disposition, and following or leading, depending how you look at it, there is BeepBeep. She is the smallest, the runt, but also the smartest and has wormed her way into our hearts and house. And as it is a busy garden, we also have an assortment of owls, blackbirds, wood doves, sparrows, finches…

Duck sex season is here at PumpjackPiddlewick

Writing a letter to a friend on my newly positioned desk. Gazing out and watching the world walk by in between sentences written. When I hear the definite sounds of duck sex behind me. It sort of puts you off your creative flow. Turning around, I have to laugh asRead More →

The eventual Secret Garden at PumpjackPiddlewick

As the eventual secret garden lies dormant it is time to get to work. Already the days are lengthening. Bed time for the ducks is now 5:30 pm, compared to 4pm in just before Christmas. And days are getting warmer. Sort of. Depending on the sun, or not. Yesterday wasRead More →

How to biuld a duck enclosure at PumpjackPiddlewick

Big plans are a foot for the duck enclosure. But first we have to do lots and lots of digging. And then figure out what to do with the excess soil. Our duck enclosure has and always will be a work in progress. We learned a lot from the previousRead More →

Coming to grief

To truly appreciate happiness you have to feel sadness. And it sounds strange to think, let alone say, but grief is to be appreciated for it makes you realise how dear the person, or pet, was to you. Yesterday our little Pecan and Pumpkin disappeared. No sign of a struggle,Read More →