Friday
29 Feb 2008
In the morning onf the 29th of february, I was walking along the
plastic tunnel to feed the chickens.
Then I saw a chicken laying on the ground and I was wondering if she
maybe had some eggs underneath her.
So I tried to get her up and watch underneath her and then, instead of
eggs, what already would have been a nice
surprise for me, I saw two tiny, fragile, pink paws underneath her. She
managed to already made two chicks totally
on herself and now we have two new members at an charraig: Ko and Ko.
Unfortunately, the circle of life has to keep on circling, and Beta, a
lovely egg layer for An Charraig died in the next
week. RIP.
by Cassandra Jacobs
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Friday, 22 Feb 2008
To save our kitchen garden from the busily picking beaks and zealously
scrabbling feet of our imperialistic chickens,
we needed to cut their wings. We were five people, mingling between the
about 20 chickens, shooing and grabbing them,
holding and cutting their pinion feathers on one side, lure them with
food and following them to and fro, sometimes just to find
out, that we already cut them. Imagine the cackling and gaggling of the
chickens mixing with the clucking and chuckling
of us and the roistering roosters commenting it!
After about an hour we had almost all the wings cut and one cock more,
than we expected. Unfortunately our chickens are smarter or at least
more dexterously than we presumed, as there are
still chickens seen in our garden on a regular base…
by Franziska Bauss
Thursday, 14 Feb 2008
Today Sarah and I got up at half seven to catch the morning ferry to
Rossaveal, to buy
some fish. When we entered the market place, ten men in white goans
were busy passing rows
of boxes with fresh fish, murmuring something and laying papers on it.
It must have been
the auction, though it looked more like doctors commenting patients,
sometimes throwing
ice to the side to get a better view on their physical condition. Every
now and then
another man with a long hook would come and pull the box away over the
slippy floor.
After the manager nearly stepped on me without showing any reaction,
Sarah and I
practised wallflowering until they were done with the business. Then we
were allowed to
have a look on the two kinds of leftover fish. We took 24 kg of the
less fishy tasting
white fish. At the sight of our two black sacks, the boxpulling and
bagfilling man, shook his head
in despair and predicted that the fish might crash it. He was true, one
of the bags
started to leak after a while, so we left a not yet smelly trace all
along our way.
Even more fun was the neck-braking and head-cutting back home to freeze
the fish for the next months. Our cats will be living happily ever
after eating fishheads.
by Franziska Bauss
Tuesday,
5 Feb 2008
Marco to came over to eat dinner with us. Janina got to know him some
weeks before at the pub and he invited us to some
Pizza at his place.