Yesterday we had our twelve week(!) scan and collected two new chickens.
Both of these things went well.
The scan was weird-but-nice. The baby was wriggling around inside and we could see it's little arms and legs and both hemispheres of the brain. Odd to know that it's basically doing aerobics in there for twenty minutes and then dozing for twenty minutes and I can't yet tell any difference between the two. I do keep feeling fluttering sensations but I have decided that that's a combination of wishful thinking and wind.
Today is the fifth day without being sick, which is nice.
I am celebrating by helping B construct a pen for the Pekins, essentially so that we can go and visit some friends for a long weekend this weekend, without having to arrange for chicken sitters; but also so that they stop jumping over the fence and sitting in the council grit box opposite the house and causing everyone passing to stop and ask us whether we know our bantams are out. It's a very nice, sunny day and it's good to be pottering in the garden, even if I still can't lift anything heavy in case the baby pops out by accident when I tense my stomach muscles.
The two new chickens are another couple of Cream Legbars. Because we lost Exploding Chicken to The Great Hen House In The Sky, we decided that a couple of additional greeny-blue egg layers would be a good addition to George's harem.
We are selling all our surplus eggs to family and friends and it's working really well. The egg money pretty much pays for the chicken food; so eggs we use ourselves and any meat we produce is coming straight off our housekeeping budget. We worked out that the cockerels we culled just after Christmas would have cost us £90 - 12 kilos of good meat at £7.50 a kilo - which pretty much pays for the purchase cost of the chickens back in the summer. I know that we could buy chicken meat much more cheaply from the supermarket; but I have become really, really peculiar about eating meat that I don't know the origin of - so if I eat meat, it's going to be expensive meat.
I am in the process of putting together a really nerdy spreadsheet to track our chicken keeping costs ... but actually building a pen to stop them getting flattened by passing traffic is more of a priority today. And this afternoon, we have to go and collect the rest of the bee-kit from The Bee Man. This is the final load and is the one including the honey extractor. The bees have settled in well and are buzzing around the garden looking for flowers.
I reckon that I'll be in bed by seven again tonight - the slight hitch to not feeling totally rancid all day is that I do actually do stuff that makes me tired and then need to go to bed in woolly bedsocks really early.
Tomorrow, pictures of chicken accommodation, as exmonkey very flatteringly requested some last week, and I haven't yet shifted my lazy ass.