The Chickens

Before I write this post, you need to watch this clip- https://youtu.be/Tam7KO4qhUI . Its a scene from F.r.i.e.n.d.s. - the 'pivot' scene.  If you're a friends fanatic like me then you'll know it but still want to watch it anyway because it's just plain funny.

Ok so now I've set the tone, you'll understand what we went through getting the chicken coop moved and in place. Now, I don't like to name names but lets just say Ross, (I mean my Dad) kind of took on a head boss roll in re-locating the cage from one side of the property to the other.  He was definitely "pivot guy"  and I'm pretty sure mum told him to 'shut up shut up shut uuuupppp' a few times.  It was very heavy and very large and needed all 4 of us to lift. It was also very awkward to move. Mum and I were up the back and the boys were up the front, and we, as per our instructions from 'pivot guy' would count to three and lift and walk...we only could walk about 2 meters at a time before we had to put the cage down.  Then as if something we were doing wasn't working, mum came up with another idea.  Pivot guy didn't like this- even saying things like "it's just not physics"!  So mum walks off to further develop her idea, Kristian walks off because Mr practical thought we couldn't do anything with just three of us, so that left me, with rubber gloves on no less (because I couldn't find my gardening gloves) and pivot guy. 

In the time that it took mum to come up with an alternate plan, and convince pivot guy it would work, I concluded that we could have walked it over there by now anyway. It's kind of hard to explain what happened next, without pictures but it kind of felt like we were in a monty pythons skit.  Mums simple idea was to hook up the big trailer, reverse the trailer as close as possible to the 3x3 meter cage, then lift it kind of half on, because it was never going to fit on the trailer (this was the 'not physics' part that pivot guy was referring to).  Since Kristian had returned to the chaos we were poised and ready once again to move this thing.  So after pivot guy had to hook up the trailer and carefully manoeuvre it in reverse to get it where we needed it to be we were ready to once again, 123 lift. We tilted it up on its end, then reversed the trailer back slowly into position then carefully let the cage down so its front end rested on the trailer.  Mum then hopped in the drivers seat, I was standing on the trailer ready to balance the cage and the boys lifted the back end and walked along as mum started to drive slowly forward.  Yes this made much more sense than our original plan, not that any of that mattered anymore as I was just happy to be actually getting something done.  We tilted the cage back up, mum drove off and we lowered it over the smaller coop. Hooray! Success! 

Fast forward a week and mum and I  found some chickens that we liked and would you believe it, acquiring the chickens was just as funny as moving the cage!  When we arrived at the mans house to get them I should have known things were going to be weird.  The creepy long and overgrown driveway and the chicken man who we will call Gonzo gave it away! Now don't get me wrong, he was lovely. Really lovely..to his chickens I mean. Ok so he was nice to us too, but man did he love those hens! He had at least 200 chickens; some free range and others in cages around the back of the property.  Sure, we'll follow you Gonzo - around to the back of your property, all the while I'm thinking I'm pretty sure mum would have warned me about a scenario like this growing up!!!  At one point when we were waiting for him, I turned to mum and said "if he comes back out with an axe, run for the car and lock the doors"!  Anyway I chose the chickens I liked and even though we thought we were almost outta there, we were soooooo wrong! Every chicken he caught he would cuddle, stroke and whisper sweet nothings in their ear (do chickens have ears??). Mum overheard him tell one chicken how much he was going to miss her in the morning!! Really?? Then he gave each one a pedicure - every claw, and a beak trim and a worming tablet, oh and a spray on the backside (whatever that was for!?). We packed them in their boxes and we were finally out of that place and could actually lough out loud (I think there were tears) at how bizarre our last hour and a half was.  As Mum said, that will be a forever hilarious memory that only we can share:) Ah, long story, cut only a little bit short, I got home that afternoon and put 6 happy hens in their new cage much to the girls delight.


Have a look at this youtube video for some more of our happy chicken moments.  
https://youtu.be/hb6aF95E0zI

Eliza xx

This was the night we let them out, just before the big storm rolled in.

   

Homeschooling...

A few of you have been asking me how our homeschooling journey is going, so I thought I would update you on this. It's going great, and by great I mean, we have enrolled the girls in a beautiful local school about 8 minutes away.

How did we arrive at this decision I hear you ask?  I want you to imagine 4 kids and 1 teaching parent in a hot tin shed, with little to no internet.  I mean, really what was I thinking!?  I can see it now, what you were all thinking, and so graciously let me explore.  BUT, and I know you're not supposed to start a sentence with but, (see I could have taught them some things...) but, homeschooling was something I had talked about with Kristian for ages and now that we were out in the sticks it seemed like a perfectly sensible and logical idea.  That was until I began to try.  Very quickly I could see it wasn't going to work the way I had imagined.  You know when you picture something in your mind, where the kids would sit, how I would manage keeping Alaska occupied while trying to teach a prep child, grade 2 and 3.  I would imagine doing maths in the garden using natural materials, Missy would be smiling as I taught her how to add 2+5 using 2 leaves and 5 little rocks.  Meanwhile, the older girls would be working independently on a wonderful story they were writing for their english component of the day.  How 'little house on the prairie' of me! Anyway, it was more like Alaska crawling all over me trying to breastfeed, while the 5 of us sat around the table and me trying to bounce between all of them with their varying levels of work, trying to talk above the high powered fan blowing hot air on us.  Anyway, there was lots of reasons that led me to check out a couple of the schools close by. I felt like I was cheating on my homeschooling dream but never the less, we visited 3 schools, and decided on the first one we visited.  I had feelings of failure as we we tossed up what to do, but ultimately the decision to put them in the school felt really right.  We actually felt really blessed that a school like this was so close to us now.  It has a total of 61 children and 3 multi-age classrooms. It really is a lovely school, and for now we know its exactly where the kids should be.  We don't know what the future holds and perhaps when we are more set up on the property  we may consider homeschooling again.  Maybe. 

Eliza xx

 

Naughty Snake

It was a Thursday afternoon, the kids were home from school, had eaten afternoon tea and I had even already made their lunches for the next day.  I decided we should would walk over and have a look at the new chicken coop that was patiently waiting for our chickens.  As we walked past a piece of tin on the ground I reminded the girls to never lift up a piece of tin by themselves to which they said "because their might be a snake". Proud of their growing snake awareness we kept walking toward the chicken coop (Missy and I, hand in hand) when Missy screamed, "SNAKE!" I looked down and saw it around my ankles and jumped in the air and it slithered off very quickly into the safety of the long grass.  Heart beating very heavy I tried to calm the girls and said, "its ok, its ok, no one got bitten".  Then I heard the words that I never wanted to hear. Little Missy through her tears said, "Yes, I did mummy, it bit me on the foot".  I looked down and saw the bite marks and blood droplets.  Now in total inward freakout mode but outwardly I'm totally calm and know exactly what to do in this situation, so as to not scare the children mode, I scooped up Missy and brought her inside and tied her foot up with a tea towel, while I went outside (we don't have phone reception inside the shed) to ring the ambulance. I had also told the two older kids to run over and get the neighbours who arrived within seconds on their quad bike carrying a massive first aid kit.  I had been fumbling with a pressure bandage while still on the phone when Katie (neighbour) arrived so she took to bandaging Missy's foot and all the way up to her hip, as per the instructions given over the phone.  It seemed like forever waiting for the ambulance to show up and during that time my biggest concern was that she would start deteriorating right in front of me.  She was so amazingly brave and really only got upset a few times- one of which was actually getting in the ambulance to go to the hospital.

It's almost too sad to look at her little face..

I had barely any battery left on my phone, but quickly made the necessary calls and before long, Kristian was on his way home, and my mum and dad were also on their way up to look after the other kids who had gone with the neighbours.  Watching her in the ambulance was so sad and not knowing what was awaiting us was awful but as we were arriving at the hospital, which was another 25 minutes, the paramedic said to me that it was a pretty good sign that she wasn't already showing signs of deterioration.  Once we were in the E.R they were straight to taking swabs, and putting in a canula and again Missy was so brave, albeit a little apprehensive about such a big needle.  They took her bloods and we just had to wait for the results to see whether they could detect any venom or not.  The whole time she was hooked up to all the monitors in case anything in her condition changed.  Thankfully she remained stable throughout the whole process.  Her bloods came back clear of any venom but we were told that her muscle...something..(can't remember the medical term) was elevated which can be a sign of something wrong, so we now had to be in for a little longer than planned as they needed to take blood every few hours and make sure those levels were coming down. Given she was stable, I made the hard decision to go back home to relieve my parents who needed to get up for work the next day and because Alaska still feeds in the night.  Kristian would stay overnight with our baby, and on some level I'm pretty sure Missy thought that was great. I left, torn between staying and needing to be at home, exhausted and drained but confident in the doctors reassurance that she would be ok. Not long after arriving home I got the news from Kristian that more blood results had come through and that muscle thing they were watching was coming down! A wave of relief washed over me.  Kristian and Missy arrived home at around 7am the next morning and I hugged her so tight, feeling very thankful to God, that she was totally fine but also feeling very sombre that it could have been very different.
It was an absolutely awful thing to happen and now we are a lot more cautious and on the look out when outside.  Missy is great and once home from hospital, loved all the attention, including getting into the local paper and the chocolate treat the next morning after dropping her sisters at school.

Eliza xx

Took it to school to show her teachers.

Still smiling.

All strapped in for her ambulance ride.