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The Muckin o Geordie’s Byre – –

Jack thought it might be a good idea to get his Wednesday guest post up on a Wednesday – –

This week saw two important tasks finally achieved.

Back in November we were worried about whether our chickens might be frozen over the winter, but we discovered that leaving their poop lying in the coop would keep it fairly warm. So a win for everyone! But, of the course, the chickens always come home to roost, so I finally had to ‘muck out the byre/coop’ this week and put fresh straw over their floor. It’s probably a very good job I don’t have any sense of smell.

The other job was really odd. When we moved here we were a bit surprised to find that all the upstairs room had doors, but none of the ground floor rooms had. But we have five cats that we need to corral from time to time. So a few months ago I installed a folding door between our ‘ceilidh room’ and our sitting room/library. That was so that we would have some possibility of shutting the cats somewhere.

But it didn’t really help much to keep them out of the kitchen where they are inclined to get under our feet – or even on the counters! So, today I installed another folding door where the kitchen heads to the sitting room.

Fitting these doors is meant to be a breeze, but nothing ever is! The available space in an old house like ours is never the same size as the door, so a fair bit of ‘surgery’ was required. Despite the relatively light weight of the doors it’s still heavy going to position them. The other problem is when you have to add a length of wood to mount the top rail to and can’t find the right length of screws to fix it.

However everything worked out eventually.

The chickens are happy and so is Wendy – – -which means all is right with the world. Eggs for everyone.


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What’s the Beef?

Jack should just do a Thursday guest blog post – – –

Wendy and I bought half a cow recently.

This is NOT the cow!

Our friend Andy has an organic farm just outside town, where the cattle live the life of Reilly until their last second which is instantaneous. That’s how I’d like to go (well maybe not exactly).

We had a few weeks to prepare our two chest freezers and half of our fridge freezer – but still – –

The day our half cow meat arrived was the hottest day of the year (so far), and it arrived, frozen, in various assorted boxes onto our back porch. That started a mad rush to pack as much as possible into the freezers as quickly as possible, and we discovered that this had been a bigger cow than we’d imagined!

After stuffing the freezers there was still a fair amount and that went in the fridge. All that happened on Tuesday morning and later that day I made sixteen pounds of sausage filling from the ground beef in the fridge.

Over the next three days Wendy was the continuous canning queen – – –

She canned sausage patties, pasta sauce, beef bourguignon, beef curry and pot roast!

She’s still at it – – –

Some of you may be wondering about us eating beef, but as long as we’re happy that the cow was too, then we don’t have a problem. Actually if I ever die in a plane crash on top of a mountain and someone has to eat me to survive I wouldn’t mind. However, there would be much less meat on me than that half cow!


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