Market Day!

...After spending half the week and a considerable amount of my limited budget on building a Hen Ark (no, im not explaining it, go google it!) I ventured out today to try sell a starter egg laying hen package that you could have in any garden. So off to the local farmers market cum car boot sale and my net profit from poultry.... zilce, nano, nothing but ridicule. Die hard farmers that couldnt see the simplicity of my system. "Treated timber, whats that? sure i made a hen run out 32 old pallets 42 yrs ago and its still there". Right, feck off so! so then i get my first good lead, a nice well spoken gentleman approaches, spends quiet a bit of time talking about the whole set up, nice job, no that's not too dear and takes my number to ring me during the week. So a few mins later, feeling kinda better about my self I sneak off for a walk to see the lie of the land, outside I go and low and behold, theres mr future hen farmer himself with a nice little stall set up outside a nice campervan(something else that i have a keen interest in). So, being the polite guy that i am i stroll over, giving a loook at his wares. Of course i have to admire the fine bus conversion he had so he brushes his daughter aside (whos mental ability was defiantly debatable) and invites me in for a closer look. At this stageIm getting worried, he's getting very friendly..... I start to hesitate, my phone beeps "i better get back to my stall its getting busy" oh no problem he sayes but can i give you something to read....hands me a leaflet, "I'm christian you see...." ARGH!!!!!! run...a fucking born again christian and he has me fecking number" Jebus, you'll never get us back if you continue these underhand tricks to get me onside! I'll set the hens on you!!!



Tommorrow I visit the bank to tell them Im a poultry farmer who can no longer afford fiscal repayments and would they consider meat and or eggs....

will keep ye posted,

Jay

4 hens later and...

... I am now a poultry farmer. And they've got me already! During a comical dash for freedom yours truely took a stumble mid pursuit and suffered a very serious grazed elbow! The cheeky little egg machine! I've also learnt that my significant other has a complex with hens and in no way can deal with being around them. My simple request of "keep an eye on them" while I made an ass running aroung like a headless chicken (gedddit?) after the Michael Scholfield wanna be was returned by a hysterical girl with another hen mid escape!

So, off to bed with an exciting morning ahead of me, First task: cleaning out hen poo from the jeep! The moral: don't underestimate there pooing ability over a short time! and the stuff STINKS!


Jay

In out, shave a bullock.....

....Thats the theme of this blog, no long drawn out rambles, no preaching on what you should or should not do and most of all, no planning, just typing.


I'm recently retired from the working community and now enjoy a funemployed status. And bar the money aspect, its not all that bad. Live to work/work to live, surely theres more to it all that that.

To put down the time I've engaged in various projects, none of which I'll finish! I codded my towny girlfriend into baking cakes for a market stall, I've sold scrap (its suprising how well that pays but the lines between me and the travelling community are getting fudged a bit) and today, with my rather large fortune (250 euro) I'm starting to farm poultry.

This will be fun,I have loads and loads of prep work done...aka, I google hen. I have a half built hen house and two hungry dogs..... now just to add the catalyst....


Yours Poultry,


Jay