EYP Ramble

After seemingly endless days of blazing sunshine and clear blue skies, it looks as though we’ve returned to the relative norm of grey, dull dull dull days. So thank goodness for these little gems of colour popping up in the borders, a neat little reminder of what’s on it’s way.

Actually my anticipation of the delights of spring and summer are mixed with a bit of trepidation and forboding – mostly because I don’t know how Yoko will cope with her EYP over a whole laying season. I know I seem to rattle on about EYP in almost every post, and to be honest I really don’t want to think about it. I just have to keep focusing on the fact that she managed last year, and I’ve read accounts of other people’s hens living (so far) for 2 years or more with it. So that gives me a glimmer of hope. Cynthia’s swelling doesn’t seem to be subsiding at all, despite the fact that her sour crop has all but disappeared. She’ll go to the vet either tonight or Monday, but I think in my heart of hearts, the fact that she hasn’t popped an egg out since before her moult can only mean one thing. *Big sigh*.

Apparently hens have a 5-10% chance of developing egg peritonitis – whether this accounts for sterile egg peritonitis I don’t know. I think battery hens have been bred so that these sorts of problems can be a bit more inherent and widespread – after all, as far as the industry (bastards) are concerned, the hens are useless after 12-18 months (peak production), so I guess what would (and does) happen to them after this time doesn’t really matter (I’ve also read that because pigs are slaughtered at a specific age for their meat, no one is actually sure how old they can live to). Hence why I think generally, compared to other illnesses, there seems to be a lack of understanding and treatment for sterile EYP. The only advice I’ve managed to get hold of is from other amateur henkeepers that don’t have their birds purely for production purposes. My vet always seems a bit surprised that Yoko seems to be tootling along ok.

Lost Allotment of Heligan

Veg Patch

I’ve been down on the allotment again today with Mum – I’ve let her have a portion of it as her north-facing garden is also overlooked by next door’s rampant willow and beech trees. So not all of last year’s crops were a success for her.

Down on the allotment it’s been like a voyage of discovery, unearthing treasures from the past. We had a scrabble around the ‘top’ end, where the half-dead rasberry canes are (debatable as to whether they’ll be a goer this year) and found some irises and tulips coming up. Mum found an old pot of something turned upside down and exclaimed with delight that they were a ‘find!’. She then proceeded to bag whatever they were up (some sort of bulb) and look very pleased with herself.

It’s been like my own mini version of the Lost Gardens of Heligan. Trying to piece together the story before I arrived, finding remnants and clues. Rather than being left for 80 or 90 years, it’s probably only been a matter of months, but in allotment terms, that’s long enough. Incidentally, I’ve been wanting to get hold of a DVD of the Lost Gardens of Heligan – I find the story spooky, fascinating and inspiring. It’s all very romantic, harking back to a time that always seems to possess a sort of grandness and classiness, the likes of that’ll never be experienced again. I have a couple of Heligan books, the Heligan Vegetable Bible and The Kitchen Gardens of Heligan – two interesting and recommended reads.

Anyhow I’ve declared today that I want my allotment to be the prettiest allotment on site. If we get a shed up it’ll be painted and looked after – functional AND stylish. Mum says a good border can make a lawn – I guess the same could (partly) apply to an allotment – keep the sides neat and trim and it’ll look a heck of a lot better. I want colour, variety and companion planting, so it looks full and buzzing. It’ll do everything it needs to do – growing veg, attracting handy pollinating insects, for cutting flowers – but look damned good at the same time. Sounds more like a potager when I think about it.