Separating frozen pizza bases with a sharp knife is never a good idea.
I sliced through my thumb and after 20 mins of pressure the bleeding wasn’t slowing down. So I went to the doctors and they fixed me up with some nifty skin glue and few steristrips. Not before pulling the cut wide open and inspecting the damage to assess whether I needed anything more than the glue. Dr said that sometimes when the cut is very deep and involves the muscle, then they need to put in a few traditional sutures. Thankfully I only had a “moderate deep cut”. Nevertheless I asked for a local anesthetic before the DR pulled it apart. I assumed he was going to put it in the base of my thumb but NO! He stabbed me in the middle of the cut on the thumb – OMG that was unpleasant. He also told me to hold very still. Hmmm. That was a hard ask but still I stayed.
This is how it looks over time.
4 weeks later
We occasionally get super strong winds. Each time we do we lose a tree or two. This time we lost a tree AND the roof of the chicken coop!
I was super surprised because it had 4 bricks on top! You can see them laying on the ground amongst the shrubs. Below you can see the hinges have clean sheared off and splintered the wood.
Now it has 9 bricks on top! That ought to hold it if another gust comes along. Well, at least I hope so!
Luckily the other coop retained it’s roof. Almost certainly due to the fact the wind was blowing in a different direction to the way the lid lifts open.
The chickens have a new shelter to keep dry when they eat. Grandad picked up some free pallets from the local brewery and some tin for the roof from the recyclers and whipped this up in an afternoon.
The chooks (and the pukekos) didn’t take long to realise where the food had been relocated to!
As any parent would know, anything can and does end up in the washing machine. Typically expected items that don’t belong are tissues (the bain of my life), money (not nearly often enough I tell you!) and sweet wrappers (at least these don’t break into a millions tiny fluffy pieces and cling on for dear life).
However, I have been blessed (?) with a few rarer items.
A jandal/flip flop – this is my husbands and I can only guess it was put in by the toddler being ‘helpful’. This was found at the bottom of a full load so is now extra specially clean!
Goggles – I assume these were wrapped up in a towel after swimming lessons.
A fork. I have no idea how that ended up in the wash. Perhaps it was tangled up in the toddler’s bib after dinner one night?
The cat – this is actually the tumble dryer but unexpected none the less.
A long time ago I found a disposable nappy in the wash and about a million tiny little gel balls which was a mission to clean out. I have to admit to being the dingbat that put it in (completely unintentionally). Thankfully I have never done it since.
What have you found in your washing machine / tumble dryer?
Toffee the rooster has left home for a new life with the harem of chickens up the road.
Whilst I liked Toffee, I like my husband more and hubby said the rooster had to go!
Here he is waiting to be picked up. I plan on visiting him next time I go for a walk up that way. I expect he will be happy as he will be the only Roo and will have around 20 ish hens to woo.
Fluffy defends her territory against an as yet unnamed Araucana cockerel.
Breaking news, our gender mystery chicken is a cockerel. Toffee crowed for the first time Tuesday morning. Hubby said to find it a new home – NOW.
So Isaac, Levi and I went for a walk up the road to see if the place that sells eggs were keen to adopt our budding rooster.
The house-sitter said they were away so I left a note. This morning I let Toffee out of the coop and he waited a while but dutifully crowed once he’d gotten his bearings.
Quite a low-pitched, short, polite crow at a perfectly acceptable hour. 8am!
Let’s hope he continues to stay silent till let out of the coop each morning.
Some areas of paint on our eaves are looking rather bare so Dan has donned my Chicken Coop goggles and mask and borrowed Dad’s electric sander and climbed a ladder to prepare the areas for a fresh lick of paint.
Some areas were a little tricky to negotiate as the ladder had to rest on uneven ground and/or garden.
But Dan did the whole job himself over Easter Weekend and now it looks like new!
Some months ago I bought 30 of these 300 ml Kai Carrier Pouches so I could cook and store my own baby food for Levi.
I finally got around to doing the cooking part and made two recipes (Cherubs Chowder and Lovely Lentil Puree) from Annabel Karmel’s book “Top 100 Meals in Minutes” which I got from the library.
I also served up some of the Cherubs Chowder to Isaac, Holly, Rosie and Levi on the day I made it. Isaac and Holly LOVED it but Rosie and Levi DIDN’T. Oh well, 2 out of 4 ain’t bad.
The lovely lentil puree is absolutely delicious and would make a great adult soup if a little extra liquid was added when cooking. Instead of the 900 ml of vege stock (I tripled the mix) I would just add the whole litre instead. Whilst it is called a puree I opted for just lightly mashing instead of blending it to a smooth consistency since Levi is 18 months. Lumps are where he is at.
When I filled the pouches with the Cherubs Chowder I added approx 220 g to each pouch which I have since discovered is too much for my 18 month old to eat in a sitting. Luckily I only filled the second lot of pouches with 170 g of Lovely Lentil Puree which is the same amount as a commercial jar of baby food.
I can testify that they freeze well and wash well but do take a couple of days to fully dry once out of the dish washer. I am (well Dad is really) working on making a drying rack for them which I hope will speed up the process. Challenges include: keeping the flies off, space to dry more than 1 at a time (hopefully 6 at a time would be good) and keeping the rack compact so it doesn’t occupy too much prime bench real estate. At the moment I have them hanging upside down on the ends of my knives and wooden spoons but they are all bunched up which doesn’t help the drying process nor does it keep the flies off.