Monday morning, bright and clear…
…and after last week’s complete chaos, I return in the hope of managing a full week’s blogging. The intent was there last week and I really did plan to keep my promises but Tuesday’s thunderstorm and BT had other ideas. We found ourselves in a strange Broadband hinterland; with patience, the downlink was usable. Sadly, the uplink was virtually non-existent and using applications such as the blog was impossible. I could not even attach a file to a mail message to be sent up the island. Deeply frustrating! Mr L seemed fairly happy to have the lightning strike in the middle of his weekly telephone conference meeting. There he was, chatting away… when BOOM! the lightning struck and the line went dead. An elegant way to leave a meeting, in a puff of smoke andÂ with a great bang 🙂
We hurried about the business of unplugging Important Stuff (we’ve lost a few network routers to lightning since we came here) and waited for the power to go down. It didn’t. So we had a cuppa and watched the hens react to the storm. They ate the hail stones. Yes. Seriously!
Speaking of hens – we have some new ones. You can read about them in their own blog, but here is a pic.
(That’s the only photo for today – the uplink is now working, but only slowly)
We collected the pullets on Friday afternoon — the poulterer met us at the ferry as we went home from shopping on Friday. We spent most of our weekend preventing the cochins from killing the wee beasties. It has been hectic. I took the photos first thing on Saturday morning, in low light levels so you might think these scrawny little birds are a bit dull and not at all inspiring. You would be incorrect in that assumption. And that is why they are here in my Monday Muse post.
It was dark when we arrived home on Friday. We fed and watered the Rocks then took them to the coop. Allegedly, if new birds are introduced to the coop under cover of darkness..Â then All Will Be Well in the morning. (Hah!) We had no choice anyway. Darkness it is, young Jedi.
Mr L took the torch and shone it in the box, while I grasped the birds and popped them into the coop. I was stunned by how beautiful the birds were. My instant reaction was voiced out loud — “I’m going to spin a Black Rock yarn.” You see, those brown feathers are a lovely golden brown shade, and the black looking ones are jeweled like a raven AND a starling – shot with electric blue and emerald green. Truly inspiring. I’m thinking Hebridean, spun with some touches of dyed blue fibre for one ply, and blended with a moorit Shetland to spin for the second ply. Or perhaps a 3 ply, with one plain hebbie, one with the dyed flecks, and a third ply of Moorit Shetland.
What do you think?
We brought five chickens home on Friday – the four pullets plus a corn fed oven ready bird. For various reasons, I have not cooked a roast chook in about twenty years. Spending so much time with the wee ones (seriously – we wrapped up warm and sat out inÂ camping chairs all morning) did give me pause for thought. It was a little incongruous, I was certain of that. Did I really want to roast the chook? Would we be able to eat it?
It was delicious.
Cooked to perfection and served with new potatoes, broccoli, yorkshire puddings, carrot and leek gravy, and sage and onion stuffing. Today we shall have chicken pie.
My usual chicken pie is a chunky meat and vegetable dish with a creamy herbed sauce and a flaky pastry lid. Today I am going for something different and will try to make something like a Shepherd’s PieÂ (would that be a Poulterer’s Pie, I wonder). I’ll mince the leg meat and simmer it down with mushrooms, garlic and onions… maybe a few carrots… in some white wine, and top it with potatoes. We have sugar snaps to go with it.
Tomorrow is Chicken Mulligatawny, with some Chapattis or Puri to dunk — I came home from Tesco in triumph on Friday, carrying a large bag of Atta Flour.Â 🙂
One other thing that came home with us was a Slow Cooker. I have not used one before. If you have any great recipe suggestions, please leave them in the comments – I’d be grateful. Books are on their way from Amazon but there is nothing like personal recommendation. I may try the Mulligatawny soup in the slow cooker, actually. Shall I report back?