Late Arriving Chicks <- Video Clip
So after a full summer of fun, Rock Mumma our old black Silkie got broody. A week later, Nougat decided to get broody also, for a second time. The girls pretty much gathered up the eggs themselves and once they were on top, we decided to just wait an see..
The result so far, one week ago we got Dime and now yesterday two new little ones, but there are more eggs left and with the hens shuffling them, there’s no final result yet.
Found exhausted in one of our office meeting rooms, I fed this little fellow up on a blob of honey and some drops of water (yes bees drink). Later released back to the wilds
All the goodness of the nature…poor Tim.
This fluffy fellow found by the road.
Friday nights at the Viking Ship Museum in Roskilde are home to a very non viking activity, Salsa dancing.
With over 600 dancers in the local area, this open air event is well attended and a great way to recover from what is for many, the first week back at work.
Live music and beer from Herslev Brewery, what could go wrong…OK maybe my dancing, but other than that, it’s a great evening by the sea.
Nothing heralds the return to work for me more than the renewing of my travel pass. Rather than a fixed month, travel passes run from date to date, a minimum of 30 days at a time at a substantial discount.
For three weeks my card has been unrenewed, because during vacation most travel is on foot, bicycle or car when necessary.
Now though, I’m making the trip to the big smoke earlier than usual due to a stag night and thus find myself renewing slightly earlier than planned and suffering the onset of melancholia, premature as it were. It’s only a day or so earlier and granted the queue Monday will not be suffered as a result, but still it feels like too shorter time and much earlier than planned.
It’s the start of a new year for me and has felt that way for a while now. My year runs more in tune with the school calendar than the standard Jan-Dec. It’s an effect of having children and forced vacation I guess and results in my summer holiday being the highlight of my year and the end of it.
My veg are now ready, wild cherries plucked for sauce on Jul night, our chick is growing up and it’s wonderful to be able to enjoy it for three weeks, without rushing to pack all of life in. There’s still more of the summer to enjoy I know, but with the interruptions of work, it doesn’t have the same feel. How to find and capture that feeling of summer vacation all through the year?
But then it wouldn’t be so special…
Lizards in Danish are called four legs
Always a nice thing to hear.
How apt it is, that after two weeks of foul weather which has meant my journey to and from work were in pitch black, this morning the weather broke and I had light again.