Next time Regina starts sitting on her eggs I am going to have to put it in the diary. Not that it would make any difference as I have no idea how long it takes to create a baby chicken from scratch. I could google it, but I have already explained my ambivalence to google and the fact that sometimes I simply like not knowing. It creates an aura of magic for me in my chook house and my back yard. I like to think I live in a magical bubble and to google it would spoil that illusion for me.
She has jammed herself behind an old cupboard which is part of the nesting and roosting furniture I created and behind an old screen door which is part of the chook-house interior design. So when I lean over the cupboard in the morning to make sure a bastard Quoll has not taken her and her eggs, all I see is a little bald, scalped head. Sometimes I wonder if she has turned into stone or passed away in the night. I got Archie to go check on her one morning, a bit reminiscent of waking your babies when they were soundly sleeping to make sure they were breathing, but she gave him such a peck of outrage we are now just assuming she is ok.
The whole process I find fascinating and I have so many questions swimming around in my head. I honestly wonder how I find the time to do anything else. How long does it take? How does Regina know that it is time – does she feel a rumbling from below as simultaneously the chicks wake from their slumber and start pecking their way out? How do the chicks know it is time? Does Regina give them a sign or do they just know? If Regina gives them a sign how do the chicks know it is a sign to come out? What if one of the chicks is mentally challenged and hears a noise but does not realise that it is the sign to exit? How do the chicks have the strength to peck the way out of their egg? If anyone has seen a newly hatched chick they are pretty weak for something that has to instigate a major break out on the first day of their awakening.
The questions are endless and sometimes when I sit out with the chooks on my thinking perch the questions are so numerous that I get little thinking done. The saddest question for me is what if they are duds? How will Regina know she has duds or does she just stay sitting on her fossilised eggs for all eternity until she becomes a fossil herself? It is such a sad image – especially with her poor scalped little head. I walk away from my chook house on occasion overwhelmed with the logistics of getting into the world and then staying alive and well. Who would have thought that the chook house could teach me so much? Especially considering I have no answers to any of my questions and I simply refuse to google.
When it was time for lunch today I was too hot to be bothered to make anything and I tend to lose my appetite in the heat. I was craving something nice, light and refreshing so tried a new Nice Cream. This is the first one I have made without banana and it was absolutely perfect! I generally have frozen fruit as I always buy too much and when it is starting to get to the point of past ripe I chop it up, put it in Ziploc bags and have it in the freezer. A lovely summery treat and one you can indulge in guilt free.
Mango & Raspberry Nice Cream
Delicious treat for one
1 cup frozen mangos – roughly chopped
1 cup frozen raspberries
1 tablespoon maple syrup
Put the mangoes and raspberries in the kitchen whizz, occasionally scraping down the sides. Be patient with this one as it takes a little while and initially resembles crumbs, then fine breadcrumbs and just when you think you are wasting your time it comes together and starts to resemble ice-cream. At this stage add the maple syrup, whizz a little more, serve and eat immediately.