Chicklet season at Wannabe

First 11 chicklets of the season have hatched. Few more clutches coming. There’s a blue chicklet! This one was smart and set up in The Brooder Two mums and their babies (yes they are co-parenting). There’s also a black naked neck chicklet under the foreground hen. This work by ryivhnn is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License

New camera, more aquaponics photos

We finally bought a NAS, it’s living next to the router (which makes logical sense as it has to plug into the router). I’m currently copying all the music and photos onto it and will probably delete them off my computer as part of my cleanup process (moving a bunch of Stuff off the 250Gb ssd to the 2Tb sata). Moving the iPhoto database was nice and easy (drag, hold down alt when opening iPhoto, selecting where the library had been moved to, delete the original file), and it kind of needed to go elsewhere as it’s 53Gb and going to blow out as I’m shooting RAW.

Photos. Lots of them.

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] Not quite intelligent enough for a coherent post, so have lots of captioned photos instead. Homeschooling art and English: storyboarding with Mummy (who was working on AR storyboards) 4yo gets 3 birthday celebrations for her half-decade; one with us, one with JJ’s side, one on Christmas Island when we get there 6yo and ‘Stumpy’, a short-legged Japanese bantam cross chicklet who is no longer with us

Work, Wannabe and other projects and a dash of unschooling

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] Firstly, what in the hell is with the life category?! I’ve been (very slowly!) importing livejournal entries so I can replace missing photos. Very minor regret that I didn’t bother skimming through my shadowshifter livejournal before I deleted it as I probably had a few progress reports for my various projects kicking around on it, but oh well.

Damn those stick fast fleas to hell

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] The conclusion to the sorry chicken saga. Where to begin. Can’t begin at the beginning, that’s already been done. See above. So, let’s find a point in the middle to start. Firstly, after Tempest’s last two chicks (the yellow one she’d hatched and the small Australorp she adopted) died, we worked out it was those bloody fleas.

The sorry chicken saga

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] There was much excitement and trepidation at Wannabe when Chess, our bossy little evil Pekin bantam went broody, and amusement when the more demure Tempest decided that she, too, would also like to hatch some eggs. We were pretty thrilled to have broodies, as one of our long term plans was to increase our flock naturally, including letting the broodies raise their chicklets, and bring in new blood every so often to prevent too much inbreeding.