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The school run…
In the middle of making dinner, Gracie and Ed come and get me. They’ve something to show me outside and it’s a surprise. Gracie guides me by the hand across the paddock and tells me to keep my eyes closed.
Yesterday, I’d seen Ed clearing out the small wooden shed at the back of the house and when he said he was moving it into the paddock, I assumed he was going to use it to store bee-hives. I was wrong…
When I open my eyes, the door of the shed is wide open – and there’s something inside peeking out from a cardboard box. At first I think he’s got chickens – we’ve talked about chickens but as they need daily care and we’ve got quite a lot going on (with work, the gardens, the veg’ patch, the bees, the house and a 5 year old) I’ve been a bit resistant. But they – there’s 2 – don’t look much like chickens…
Then it dawns on me – peacocks. Ed’s mentioned in passing that he’d like to get peacocks but as with the hens, I thought I’d put him off. Seems not this time. We / he is now the proud owner of 2 peacocks, or 2 peafowl to be precise – one peacock and one peahen – which presumably means he’s planning on more…
And they’ve come with instructions; at first we’ve to keep them in the shed and give them water and pellets and then we have to help them get used to living here. Induction takes 6 weeks and involves building a pen so we can start to let them out during the day and put them back at night. They’ve had their flight feathers removed so they can’t fly away. These will grow back quite quickly – but not until they’ve become ‘resident’, when we can let them roam free.
Ed has of course done his research. They are a year old and almost full size which is the right age to buy; any younger they’ll get diseases, any older they won’t settle. They will forage in the wild for seeds, insects, mice and frogs (!), they can jump very high and they will sleep in our trees (yes really). I’ve been told they can be quite noisy – but Ed’s insistent this only happens in the spring as it’s a mating call. Of the latter, I’m not convinced but on the whole a more impressive surprise than chickens – and apparently less effort.
The other bonus is that they’re white (they’re not albinos they have blue eyes). They’re also rather stately – and the cock will have grown a beautiful span of tail feathers by next summer which will be perfect timing for our wedding.
We had to take down a very tall and dying elm that was too close to the house and in danger of coming down in a storm. Ed took a piece and made a swing for G that now hangs from the huge lime tree on the lawn.
I thought I heard something… it was the ceiling coming down in the back hall.
Luckily no-one was standing underneath.
The plasterer says the easiest/ cheapest thing to do is to stick up a big bit of plasterboard and skim it flat – or we can have it done the old style, where the plaster is forced up between the gaps in the lath strips. This will create a less pristine, more lumps and bumps kind of look – that will fit better with rest of the house. So the more complicated / expensive option it is. Of course.
We’ll wait though until we get going on the kitchen refurb’ in the room next door – and do all the plastering in one go. In the meantime I’m enjoying looking at it – it’s the muscle and bones of the house revealed. Every time I walk through the hall it makes me stop and wonder.. how the horse hair plaster was made, who the men that worked with it were and how this grand house came to be almost 200 years ago.