7th January 2013

I’ve wished my hens a Happy New Year with a good clean up in their run. All this rain has resulted in a quagmire, so have been pondering the best carpet. Dried leaves are good, but can be slippery, gravel is rather expensive, straw is messy, so have bought 5 bags of chipped bark and laid it good and thick. I’m assured it is just bark, with no additives. It has a slightly antiseptic smell, but that’s just the pine resin.

The hens quite like it and have been scratching around. Hopefully it will rot down over the summer and will either improve the drainage in the run or I can rake it out, and with the additional droppings, it will make a good mulch on to my flowerbeds. I’ve popped down a few strategically paving slabs to make my journey to the feed bins a little less perilous.

I’ve hoovered the house, removing the spiderwebs in the roof, dusted with anti-mite and laid a good thick wodge of broadsheet – the Sunday Telegraph is best. The nest boxes are lined with dried moss in the hope of eggs in the near future – Valentines Day is not that far away. So with drinkers and feed bins scoured, the dustbath topped up with wood ash, and everything neat and tidy, let’s hope we have a productive 2013.

All this activity in the run and garden is just to escape the chaos in the house, with a hole in the roof, and a thick layer of dust – I could be better off in with the hens. Here’s to better times ahead.

17th December 2012

Well, here I am, covered in dust again. With breath-taking timing, James my builder finally arrived just before our pop-up shop opened. Hopefully, customers didn’t notice the fine veneer of dust over everything, and we had a wonderful day with lots of customers, enjoying a festive atmosphere. Thank you, everyone who made the effort to come, and relieved me of my stock.

Work is going apace, if the banging upstairs is anything to go by, and we’ll end up with an extra bedroom and bathroom, plus a beautiful dormer on the side of the roof. I’m sleeping in the sitting room, and the cat is very put out. This may be a camping Christmas, but I’m still looking forward to it all. Am collecting my goose and some salt marsh lamb from a local farm at Monkshill that supplies the best restaurant round here – the Sportsman at Seasalter, visiting Macknades for fruit, veg and cheese and maybe some Chapel Down Sparkling to wash it all down.

Thank you all for persevering with me over the last year. Next year will bring a new book. May I wish you a Happy Christmas and a good time over the holiday.

27th November 2012

Somewhere between the continuing (non) arrival of the builders and work in general, we are hosting our Pop-up Shop. I couldn’t let Christmas pass without a little foray into retail therapy. This year, more friends are joining Pascale and her wooden decorations, Sue and her pots and Martin Pammant and his driftwood furniture for our sale here on December 9th.

Marilyn Phipps from the Battery makes amazing embroidered and beaded jewellery and this is a rare chance to buy. Marilyn’s sense of style and colour sense are legendary. Embroiderer Hiroko Aono-Billson will be selling a wide range of embroidered toys, bags and showing antique Japanese fabrics. Some of you will have seen the gorgeous yellow bag that I commissioned last summer.

I’ve been out scouring the bootsales for vintage bits and bobs, and have some leather French posties’ bags - great for blokes who carry laptops, embroidered curtains, vintage glass and kitchenware, plus the usual Christmas decorations, plus garden and henkeeping paraphernalia.

Quite a few friends from Suffolk are making the trip down to Whitstable. There are lots of great places to eat (if you book early) and the chance of a bracing walk along the beach. Do please get in touch if you’d like more information on 01227 264 707.

28th October 2012

Still no builder, so have been excavating the bramble plot at the bottom of the garden. Have uncovered several etiolated evergreen shrubs, now cut back, a massive climbing rose with stems 6 inches thick, another 10 foot of garden, and there in the middle of it all – a fox den! Now obviously derelict, I suppose it dates from a few years back when this garden was an extra 200 foot long, and probably mostly left wild.  Let’s hope no previous inhabitants come back looking for somewhere to live.

The hens are jollier, now that they have a few more feathers, and enjoying the excavation and land clearing work. Cutting back brambles plays havoc with your hands, and I’m covered with scratches, but it’s good to spend a few hours each day working outside. Ludo comes out with me on Wednesdays and we have borrowed Harry-next-doors toy tractor and trailer, so there is much laborious earth moving, apple transporting and pebble collecting.

Made a delicious poached plum pudding topped with sliced brioche drizzled with local roast cobnut oil, dusted with sugar then grilled. Seem to have been cooking a lot, with visitors, Max here still working on the third incarnation of his beach buggy, and an increasing social life, with lots of local produce to be trying out.

Still collecting goodies for our Pop-up Christmas Shop on Sunday December 9th at local carboots and antique fairs, so hope to have the usual eclectic mix, with several creative chums joining in. Please email me on francine@kitchen-garden-hens.co.uk if you’d like details and fancy a brisk winter’s day by the seaside.

30th September 2012

How the weather has changed! And my poor girls are out with barely a feather between them. Topping up their breakfast with a sprinkling of Poultry Spice to speed their return to snug feathery finery, and offering protein-rich snacks of old cheese, nuts and sunflower seeds. Much needed rain in bucketfulls complete the change to autumnal chill, with the odd gorgeous day in between.

I’m still expecting the return of my builder – or what my friends call my imaginary builder to complete work to the upstairs of this house. Have lived too long in a half world of someone else’s taste, though admittedly mostly in the dark, asleep. Am waiting for the work to be finished before completing the front garden and cheering up my rather dreary frontage.

Have started buying bits and bobs for our Christmas Pop-up Shop, penciled in for December 9th. Had forgotten how much I enjoy shopkeeping!

29th August 2012

After a couple of weeks of computer hell, am now sitting in front of a toweringly menacing iMac. I’m sure, like most owners, I will get to love it, but at the moment, the changeover from ancient PC is fraught. In the hiatus between the two, I lost all my history and addresses, so please contact me onfrancine@kitchen-garden-hens.co.uk if are wondering what has happened to anything.

The hens are sitting out another spate of broodiness, which bodes well for future hatchings, but is a bore from the present non egg-laying situation. Because they both copy each other in everything, it makes it harder to break the habit, and there’s no ‘flock’ to get back to.

Meanwhile, lots of sitting in beach huts and on the beach. It has been a lovely summer and my grandson Ludo loves playing house by the sea, though at times we have been more like the characters inside a Swiss weather house, as we pop in and out to escape the showers.

25th July 2012

Ate my first wild blackberry today. It was sharp, hardly surprising considering the lack of sun up till now. Better to concentrate on English cherries, just nearing the end of their season. I’ve eaten lots this year, thanks to discovering Terry’s Cherries just off the Faversham road. I go for the fruit, but also for the beauty of a traditional cherry orchard, pure 1950’s HE Bates, and a cathedral of 50 foot trees with tapering ladders. Read more from my Telegraph article and try a few of the recipes – some cherry brandy or jam perhaps?

The hens are back out in the garden and laying well, (photographed here by Kate Gadsby who visited last week). They and I are looking forward to the damsons ripening, and the bees are enjoying the bramble bushes – mine are still in flower. With over 200 types of wild blackberries, it’s not surprising they all fruit at different times during the season.

The Oyster Festival is in full swing, with the weekends so crowded in town, that it’s almost worth avoiding, though some of the attractions are worth a visit. Bliss to have some decent weather, at last and a few dips in the sea.

26th June 2012

What a wonderfully heady time of the year. My daily walk along West Beach is full of delicious smells: honeysuckle, sweet peas, lilies, broom and roses of course. I try to sniff a different rose each day, from front gardens and parks, but not yet from my own garden.

Roses are fairly hideous plants for most of the year. With twisted thorny stems, that can often grab a hold of you and catch your clothes, their foliage is often discoloured and diseased, but for this one month of the yea,r they are worth the other eleven. I thought I could forgo that month-long charm, but have succumbed and bought some ‘Souvenir de Docteur Jermain’ – deep magenta bloom with delicious aroma to clothe one wall of the chicken run next to our rickety old swing seat.

Not all June’s bounty smells so sweetly. How can elderflower blossom with a bouquet of cat pee make such a delicately flavoured cordial? This is the definitive recipe: light, lemony and Muscat flavoured: pick 10 flowery heads on a sunny day and soak them in 850ml of boiled cooled water in a large pan or bucket. Add 650g sugar and 3 or 4 sliced lemons with their juice and zest. Leave to macerate for a day or two, then strain through a muslin-lined sieve.

Any surplus can be saved and frozen in small plastic bottles, but if you use this cordial in sorbets, jellies and drizzled on cakes; or mixed with gin, lemon and ice in a cocktail or with cheap fizzy wine, there won’t be a drop left.

7th June 2012

Over the past few years, June seems to have exhibited the widest array of weather conditions: one day baking hot for sunbathing, the next - fires on and sheeting rain. At least the latter is filling my nice new galvanized metal rainwater tanks – all three from ebay – collecting rain from house, garage and shed roofs. Although the national reservoirs must now be full to the brim, there is talk of charging gardeners for their water in the future, whether there is a drought order or not. So some kind of water saving for garden use makes sense.

In early spring I wrote and article for the Telegraph (read here) about rain water collecting devices, and there are plenty on the market. Not all are attractive, but not all need to be on display. Some fit flush to the wall and can be hidden along a back wall – have a look at www.premierwaterbutts.co.uk, while www.watermate.co.uk have a good selection of watering solutions including diverters and drip lines.

My two hens are sitting under the henhouse, watching the rain. I saw a lovely pair of call ducks for sale recently, I was v. tempted – but have promised my family never to venture that way again. Those who remember the paddling, dabbling, flying hoards at Troston will understand why!

8th May 2012

Picked up a good tip from my visit to Bob Flowerdew’s: to use moss raked from the lawn to line nestboxes for the hens. No sooner installed, both girls have enjoyed the new nest materials to such an extent that they’ve both gone broody. I haven’t installed any fertile eggs, they are a little young for maternal duties, and I don’t need to extend my flock till next year. I tried for a while to distract them to no avail, so I’ve dusted them for bugs and left them to get on with it.

Grumpily fluffed up and grumbling, they’ve stayed put now for nearly three weeks, allowing me to lift them out every day for a quick meal, a squawk, a flap, a long drink and a horrid mess before stalking back to the nest. Next hurdle will be to get them back to normal. Ploys include lots of excitement at the bottom of the garden, digging a new bed and more practically, the closing of the nesting area. I have missed their eggs and their company, and singing the Cheeky girls song with Ludo.

17th April 2012

I had always promised myself that my new hens would not have access to all of my new garden. They would have the orchard and wild section (an area 100ft x 50ft) but the area close to the house, where we sit and where grandson Ludo can play – when the weather improves – would be chicken poo free. Of course that never quite happened. I’m always so charmed by my flock’s desire to spend time near me that it’s access all areas. So far……

With the planting up of the veg beds and the new spring border and Ludo’s desire to up and going, I’m going to have to bite the bullet and close the gate. Of course there’s plenty of grass in the orchard and beyond, but in order to provide a constant supply of greens – spinach, beet and salads – I’m planting up a succession of blue plastic grocers’ boxes, lined with newspaper, filled with compost and sown with seed. If rescued before being pecked to the ground, these crops should recover and then can be offered again when the contents have re-sprouted.

I’m now going to try and re-write this in 140 characters for my tweet! Follow me on twitter@FrancineHens.

3rd April 2012

Maybe there’s a chance of rain after a glorious week or two of summer weather.

Have been taking advantage to press on with work in the garden: moving the compost heaps, constructing a ‘fedge’ that’ll take any wood that is too big to compost and too small to burn and building soft fruit bed to take gooseberries, raspberries and strawberries, to join an existing row of jostaberry bushes.

Have been inspired to do this by a visit to Bob Flowerdew’s plot in Norfolk where I interviewed him for the Telegraph (have a look on their website for the whole shebang). An extraordinary gardener and amazing eccentric, Bob didn’t disappoint. His garden is full of experiments, and labour and money saving experiments. He kindly cooked us a home reared and grown meal, including an ex member of his flock of chickens that would have been churlish to refuse – I had forgotten how good a real chicken tasted (sorry girls).

Also went to Syon House to help award prizes for friend Elspeth’s memorial competition Gardening Against the Odds, and met again the inspirational bunch of people who won from Sherborne Allotments and from Gardening Leave at Chelsea Barracks. Quiet Easter at home – gardening and decorating. Can I take this opportunity to wish you all a Happy Easter.

5th March 2012

Where did February go? 
Along with my resolution to blog more frequently, I suppose.

The snow came and went and I celebrated its passing by planting a small spring garden behind the vegetable beds in the shade of my two damson trees. As a background I planted a row of yellow-stemmed cornus, that promptly disappeared against the yellow fence, so I now have a grey painted fence. In front I’ve put in various skimmias, euphorbia wulfennii and stinking hellebores and in the foreground have popped in pulmonarias, brunneras and lovely helleborus corsicus and orientalis that will flower and then show off their pretty foliage in the shade as the trees come to life. All interspersed with snowdrops, snowflakes, arums and cyclamen that grow wild here.

I’ve been watched by two increasingly friendly hens. Yes, I know they were supposed to be banned from that part of the garden, and the fence is ready in place, but later, as summer progresses, I’ll be spending more time in ‘their’ part. And my main reason for excluding them was so that Ludo can learn to walk without skidding on hen poo, and although an expert crawler, we should be safe for a month or two yet, which will coincide with better weather.

Off to visit Bob Flowerdew next week. Will let you know how it goes. And learning to tweet very soon……………….

20th January 2012

Sad day here at the Kitchen Garden when Martin came to retrieve his Brahma mum and her young cockerel. They went off perkily enough, but the remaining two pullets have been severely traumatised and mope about in the run. They were so obviously at the bottom of the pecking order, happily bossed about by mum and blossoming king of the roost, that now they don’t seem to know what to do with themselves.

Have decided against bringing in two other hens. Will leave these two to settle and then either hatch from them or introduce others in a year or two as their laying starts to decrease. An interesting project, starting from scratch. Usually life in the chicken run is a continuum, chicks follow mums, get integrated, initiated by the cockerel, work their way up the pecking order, then down again. These girls will sort themselves out eventually, learning as they go, and hopefully start another dynasty of garden-wise birds who will enjoy a jolly free-range life.

On a much chirpier note. I spend an afternoon a week at a new friend’s blissful seaside home, chatting and sewing, knitting, beading and chatting. Marilyn will be giving residential weekend courses in beading (see vase brooch), garden mosaics (see rhubarb forcer), stitching cushions/curtains, and possibly writing and publishing small books and journals with you know who. Get in touch with her for details marilyn@thebattery.info See also our hen keeping course dates on this website.

11th January 2012

A Happy New Year to you all.

And I start the year with my usual resolution to blog for you more frequently – even to tweet, God help me, if I can get someone to show me how. Realistically, it’s the technology that holds me back rather than the desire to hold back information.

Bright sunshine, and I’m searching for signs of life in my rhubarb plot, not the triffid jungle of times gone by, but a few plants to see if the warm weather has tricked them into growth, and perhaps we’re all producing forced rhubarb. But we need a frost apparently for that to happen, before we stick an upturned bucket or terracotta forcer over the plants – and we’re bound to get one soon.

Just back from a brief visit to Suffolk – my first since I moved almost exactly a year ago. I hadn’t trusted myself to visit before. I stayed at Wyken Hall, which is out of this world anyway, so beautiful at this time of the year. A quick trip to Bryant’s Mill for cheaper, better hen food, reminded of what I’ve been missing – the feeling of knowing every inch of the road, and the occupiers of almost every house – the feeling of being at home. It will still take a while before that happens here in Whitstable.

I had a wonderful time, thanks to Carla & Kenneth Carlisle’s generosity, and met several friends I was missing. A nice break, but I am glad to be back. It’s farewell to the Brahma foster mum who is going home, taking with her one ‘chick’ who is turning out to be a fine cockerel. Narrow escape for him – one neighbour threatened to get his gun out…….

16th December 2011

For the past fifteen years, getting ready for Christmas has followed a time worn routine: the Christmas Shopping marathon, the decoration bonanza and the food foraging, round well-loved venues. This year I’ve enjoyed our pop-up shop, decoration workshops and finding local food outlets (like our Farmers’ Market and Macknades in Faversham), and although I’ve missed my customers and friends (one or two showed amazing fortitude and came here), I’m beginning to feel quite Christmassy – and I must admit – slightly more relaxed than usual.

This will be grandson Ludo’s first Christmas – he’ll love the tree and decorations – it’ll be a year or two before he really appreciates the presents, and we’re planning a big family celebration. We had a small naming ceremony for him in the garden recently, where we planted a tiny walnut seedling that made the journey from Troston in a pot of agapanthus, courtesy of a squirrel. There are lots of squirrels here, so the chances of Ludo ever seeing any nuts are remote.

The new hens are settling in well, though one has turned into a cockerel. The minute he found himself in sole charge, he started to develop cockerel tendencies, so sadly he will have to return home with his mum. I’ve become so enamoured with her that I’m hoping to find two more Brahmas once my girls have grown to full size.

Can I take this chance to wish you all a very happy Christmas and thank you for all your support during my first year here.  Please keep in touch. I enjoy your emails and cards very much.

1st November 2011

My three little pullets have arrived at last! Chaperoned by their handsome Brahma Mum, kindly lent by their breeder and fellow hen keeper Martin Gurdon, they have settled in seamlessly, enjoying their new surroundings and faultlessly blending in with the local colour scheme! I now know why I’ve been painting everything that particular soft apricot yellow – I must have been missing that peculiar Buff Orpington hue.

For almost the first time since I moved – I’ve sat down to watch my little flock fossicking around the orchard – and relaxed in the garden. Yesterday was spent planting hundreds of bulbs (pheasant’s eye and actea narcissi, camassias and alliums) in the turf, while the hens foraged. Obviously not from gardening stock, they’ve yet to learn the excitement of turning a spadeful of soil – although they love the windfalls and seem bent on eating every single apple.

Neighbour, Harry aged 3½ has named them Birdy, Beady and Beasty, and that’ll do until Ludo comes up with other names. I’m so happy that that particular void in my new life here has been filled.

27th October 2011

The hens arrive tomorrow!
And here is their handsome house* – built by my handsome son Jacques. The interior is lined with ply wood and all the joints have been filled with silicone to deter mites. You’ll notice a clever nesting drawer, with easy access to all those tasty eggs, which will be a while coming because my new girlies are just 12 weeks old and will be accompanied by mum.

Can’t wait, but have had a bit of a nightmare preparing their fox-proof run. First attempt by handyman Martin was brilliant, but he has damaged his arm; next try by random builders who couldn’t quite cope with the concept was unsatisfactory and so am now waiting for a third attempt next week. Hope they’ll be safe in the meantime.

Couldn’t quite let the autumn colour slip by without my usual squirreling for Christmas decoration goodies. We’ll be having a small pop-up shop here at the Kitchen Garden-on-Sea on November 27th. Several potters, decoration makers and driftwood artists will be joining in, and Whitstable is a jolly place. Email francine@kitchen-garden-hens.co.uk. It would be lovely to see you too!

*Jacques’ company Moosejaw Woodworks is happy to take on the design and making of bespoke henhouses. Give him a ring on 01227 281 806 or contact him at moosejawwoodworks@googlemail.com

12th September 2011

Have been waiting for a windless day to photograph the new seating area for you. In the meantime handyman Martin and I have been planning the chicken run with foxes in mind. Neighbour, Eleanor has spotted one walking around her garden, and there are reports of others nearby. Hopefully, these are nocturnal country foxes with a healthy dislike of people, not urbanized vermin fed on rubbish and cavorting in gardens at any time of the day or night.

Have been waiting for a windless day to photograph the new seating area for you. In the meantime handyman Martin and I have been planning the chicken run with foxes in mind. Neighbour, Eleanor has spotted one walking around her garden, and there are reports of others nearby. Hopefully, these are nocturnal country foxes with a healthy dislike of people, not urbanized vermin fed on rubbish and cavorting in gardens at any time of the day or night.

We’ll be building a hefty run around the house and maybe investing in a steel framed poultry run from www.gardenlife.biz for the bottom of the garden for days I’m not about, but gone are the carefree Troston days, when for 30 years I never saw or heard a fox, dead or alive, thanks to the local gamekeepers. I suppose I’m now living in the real world that confronts most henkeepers, and dread the constant worries about my new flock’s wellbeing.

On a cheerier front – lots of visitors, and also the first of our personal henkeeping courses here for 2 or three students. Felt a bit of a fraud with no hens as yet, but they will come once their security is sorted.