In an attempt to stay awake tonight and get some blogging done I’ve just put a pot of Columbian coffee on the stove. It may only be quarter past eight but I could ease myself into bed quite easily and go to sleep I’m sure. This time yesterday I was is in bed after a full day in the hen house.
Ten fifteen now and as you can see, not a great deal written down, no it wasn’t ‘writers block’, my neighbour came around with a birthday card and bottle of rum Probably going to be a little lame but I’ll have a go anyway, the combination of Columbian coffee and Bacardi dark rum does seem to have ‘perked me up’ a little.
So here goes, I’ll start with Ben Tianavaig shrouded in mist at 7:30 on Thursday morning as I headed off to Portree to visit the doctor. The old left shoulder had been ‘giving me gip’ and I was going for a cortisone injection, I had one in it in 2009 and it seemed to sort it for a few years. It’s an old fish farming wound I suffered about eighteen years ago and never got around to fixing.
Arm fixed, Land Rover heaped with pig, piglet and hen feed and back to Raasay on the 11:30 ferry, then off to the hen shed once more.
The time had come to start partitioning the interior and fitting the ‘roll away’ nest boxes, something that would have been much easier to do had I known that we were going to get them prior to actually building the shed!!! As it turned out the door wasn’t tall enough for the 3 tier version.
The two tier one went in a treat though so I spent all day Friday fitting that and then making a door large enough to fit the other taller one in.
It’s better with an extra door at this end anyway as we’ve not actually decided what to do with this space yet, so it’ll give us more flexibility.
First thing this morning wifey and I took up the three tier version which required some major surgery with a cutting disc.
Once it was trimmed I eased it into place then got on with the partitions and doors, basically the shed is made up of four 8’ x 8’ units and you can walk right through it.
The centre two will be for the chooks and the end ones for storage of feed, bedding and tools.
There’s still the ‘pop holes’ to fit, electricity and water to connect as well as provision for the feeders but we’re almost ready for another 50 hens from Donald
There was more, much more but it’s after 23:00 now and I need my bed.