Alternative use for the greenhouse
One minute I’m making plans for my greenhouse and then I peer in through the murky glass to discover that two turkeys and four guinea fowl have taken up residence. Well, that sorts out the guilty problem of not having sown the sweet peas quite yet then.
Ok, there is a bit more detail. We are raising these birds with our sights set on our Christmas table and other winter festivities and hatched them from eggs using an incubator This was interesting from the point of view that we weren’t at home to endure the waiting game. Normally (I guess), one would fill up the incubator with eggs and then fret for 28 days pacing up and down, lifting the lid and peering in at close quarters wondering if any life has sparked up. Instead we swanned off giving our lovely neighbour some instructions on the humidity levels of the incubator and promptly forgot about the whole thing. Holiday over, we drew up a childish calendar and worked out X marks the spot for two days later. This focused our attention and found the dog crate, opened the chick crumb bag and positioned the infra red lamp. The eggs were inspected by candling and there was one truly disgusting incident when one enormous rotten turkey egg exploded, but I digress. We were all set. They finally arrived one at a time, these delicate things that had to bash away at their rock hard shells.
After a few weeks under the lamp we suddenly realised with the usual lack of planning that these little chicks were suddenly too big for the dog crate but not quite ready for real life up with the hens. We didn’t need to discuss what happened next – it was the obvious solution. The chicks were then transferred to my greenhouse along with a mini wooden dwelling to roost in at night.
Proverb: 6 birds in the greenhouse must definitely be worth more than them living in the bushes:
From their point of view I surmise that the greenhouse is allowing them to be happy, safely contained birds and they are already looking enormous and flying around a bit. As it happens the greenhouse is close to the kitchen so we can all keep an eye on these funny birds as they race about feeding, drinking, chirping noisily and growing before our very eyes. For me, they are cleaning up the soil by eating horrible bugs and slugs that will be lurking not to mention fertilising it. It won’t be long before they are moved to their proper outside space and I can get on with Plan A of tidying, stacking and sowing and making everything gorgeous.
I know symbiosis is a big word for this arrangement but it is rather pleasing when all things work out well for all concerned.