…of Patches! After a month of being away from home and causing considerable heartache, she appeared from the log store yesterday afternoon, announcing her presence with a long and loud ‘MEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW’! Twitchy to be sure, but after two bowls of food, she settled for the evening and is still with us today. Thank you all for your well wishes, they obviously worked!
I know, I know, it’s been quite some time since you heard from Garybuie, but more of that another day. It’s unfortunate that my ‘Returning To The Blogging World’ post is one which brings sad news – on two counts. Firstly, Broody Brenda, our wonderful mother hen, died yesterday.
She’s been quiet for a few days, nothing specific but just winding down I suppose. She was ten years old and a great character, raising scores of chicks over the years. She was a frequent visitor to the kitchen, stealing any leftovers from the cats. All cats respected Broody Brenda!
And secondly, Patches has gone missing. We returned from our end-of-season holiday last week and we haven’t seen her. Our cat/chicken holiday carers didn’t see her but there was nothing unusual about that as she’s not keen on strangers and will only sneak back to continue her snoozing when they leave! We’ve been searching the area although she never wanders far. Plump as she is, she can move pretty fast the minute she hears a car, so being killed by one seems unlikely. I phoned both vets in the area, but no one has brought in an injured cat. With Brenda, there was hard evidence of her demise but not so with Patches so I still have my fingers crossed that she’s gone off in protest and sneaks back for food during the night. In our former life in England, we once had a cat go missing for six months after which he came sauntering up the driveway like nothing was amiss!
We’ve just had a week off from a busy bed and breakfast season, enjoying instead a visit by our eldest son and his family. The weather wasn’t great but we got out every day, one of those days visiting the Fairy Glen.
Many of our visitors spend time in the Fairy Glen although none have managed to glimpse any fairies. The twins however….
You may remember that earlier in Spring, Thelma was entrusted to raise some of her own silkie chicks (we usually exchange silkie eggs for regular ones), for a young lady who wanted some as pets. Three of her four chicks survived and are obviously very happy with Isy, their new mum! Conveniently, they are different colours for easy recognition!
Admittedly, THE VIEW today didn’t look particularly spring-like…
Even so, it’s a new season and there are new lives at Garybuie. The first arrivals were six Cuckoo Maran chicks.
Our laying hens are dwindling in numbers through natural wastage so we thought we’d get some new blood by buying some eggs online. We bought a dozen but struggled throughout the incubation with humidity levels. Whether that affected the hatch rate I don’t know, but the outcome was disappointing. It looks like three of them could be female. (Darker head colour in the Cuckoo Maran)
Over the last couple of days Thelma, the Silkie, hatched four Silkie chicks. These chicks are destined for a new home when they’ve grown; a birthday present for a young lassie.
There are other birds awaiting their own spring arrivals, including BB and Louise who are in the same ‘maternity wing’ as Thelma!
Polly Blue-tail made her nest a bit too early I think as a particularly cold snap has seemingly thwarted her efforts, as she’s already a week overdue. Mrs Under-by however, began a week or so later, opting for the main coop this time rather than the Guineafowl house!
And let’s not forget the other young lives at Garybuie, Hamish and Dottie, who are now discovering the great outdoors!
Always up to mischief, outdoors or in!
Poor wee Dottie developed cystitis not long after her arrival at Garybuie resulting in her first visit to the vet. She is now fully recovered and apparently has been given new batteries along with her anti-biotics! She’s a blur; a whirling dervish. Hamish can’t keep up and won’t sleep without his sister but thankfully for him, even her batteries need recharging at some point! There’s so much to do, like trying to poke some life into the old fella…
…checking out the wider world – from a safe spot of course…
…helping with the planting of seedlings…
…and all the cleaning up afterwards.
We’ve had several days of crisp, winter weather. Good to be alive weather.
So good in fact, that someone has decided that it’s time to start a family. Unfortunately, Thelma, the silkie, had been using that very duck-box to lay her eggs and wasn’t too pleased that Polly Blue-tail had taken over!
On this particular occasion, Thelma ended up depositing her egg right there on the straw whereas the following day, she climbed into the box with Polly! Needless to say, she wasn’t well received and Kevin ended up playing referee, returning Thelma to her own house and locking her in for a while!
But the real news this week is the arrival of two new kids on the block! Hamish…
As the song says, “There maybe trouble ahead…”
And finally, ‘The man with the Diamond Drill Bit’ arrived, our marble wash stand top was successfully drilled and we now have a functional wash basin! (Kevin played plumber’s mate with his essential cold water spray!)
Now I should have LOADS of pictures to show you after our trip south, enjoying a holiday with family at Centre Parcs in Penrith. The problem however, is that I neglected to pack my CAMERA! Can you believe it? I blame Gertrude, the storm that is. She swept across Skye the night before we travelled and in her rush, decided to uproot one of our large conifers out back. Uproot and leave reclining gracefully on the power cables! Fortunately, the power guys were on the ball arriving on the scene within the hour, calling in the tree-cutters, felling the tree, cutting it into logs and stacking them, clearing up loose debris and restoring power by mid afternoon! That’s what I call customer service! Anyway, in all the excitement, my camera was forgotten.
En route south, we stayed overnight in Falkirk and visited the Kelpies there. Of course no camera, so I’m relying on the Helix Park website to provide a photo of the breath-taking, 90 feet high sculpture. We could have stayed there all day, seeing how the appearance of the steel-clad beasts constantly changed in the shifting light. We will return!
As for Centre Parcs, we had a great time – mainly in the pool, where there were waves, rapids, slides and flumes galore! I’ll tell you something, Granny and Grandad Skye slept VERY well! The weather was kind too so the kiddies got lots of cycling in although poor Patrick was under the weather so couldn’t make the most of it. Here he seems to be using Jedi mind control to work the pedals, rather than his weary legs!
Even the twins’ legs gave out eventually, needing a ride home at the end of a long day…
Thankfully our daughter-in-law, Sarah, was more reliable than me in the photographic department!
On our return to Skye, the bathroom – yes, the saga continues – is almost complete. In the photos it looks complete but we still await a diamond bit and a plumber to return from holiday, cut the marble and plumb in the basin. ‘Smoked Trout’ is the paint colour. Who comes up with these names?!!