Contacting us should be easy.
But it hasn't been and so, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never read the terms and conditions. It's not normally that important (unless something goes wrong)I mean honestly, who here really does? But in this case I should have. Baby For Life's contact number( aka my work mobile) was disconnected 2 weeks ago. I only found out after an email from a customer.Thank you by the way Hayley for letting me know. So if your mobile phone isn't recharged within a certain period it gets disconnected, and no, no matter how nicely you ask you cannot have the same number back again. Even though you only just had another 150 business cards printed with that number on it ;(
But Hoorah, we have a new number. I've written the recharge expiry into my diary, and will endeavour to be better organised this time round. Why do I have a work mobile that's prepaid? Well I don't want to give out my personal mobile number to everyone, and I don't think there's any value in having a second land line, and a prepaid works best. The phone calls from customers are few and far between, luckily for me you're all happy contacting me via email.
So our new contact number is 0488 783 528. Yes now I really do have to get my business cards reprinted.
I honestly do like to chat to you via phone, I'm also happy to answer emails and yes please do send us a message via our Facebook page if that's easier for you. Whatever works for you- I just want you to know I'm here to help
Bec :)
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Cluck cluck clucky
Yep so I'm going crazy over chickens. I think I am fast becoming the crazy chicken lady but I dont care. It took a bunch of photos on Instagram for me to realise that yes indeed I do have hobbies, even if I've never thought of them as such and chickens are one of them.
Our first silkie bantam chicken was 6 and half years ago. We got her off a friend who was breeding them. She had been rejected from her family & was being picked on by the other bigger chooks. I cuddled her into the bosom of my jacket and there she stayed until we got home. We named her Chips (as in chicken chips, yes highly inappropriate but kinda funny too) and she was raised as a loving family member. Our other furry family members (at the time consisted of 2 dogs and 2 cats) and none of them were brave enough to attempt going near her. She was confident and cuddly and would stand her ground. She would come running like death were chasing her when we called as she knew we had food for her. Sadly she passed around 3 years old. We'd gotten randam chooks here and there but none were ever again ''family members'' mererly pet chickens.
So we've now again got chickens (right now they're cross breeds- silkies crossed with I don't know what) They're all breeding and I am just fascinated watching them all day long. I mean I will go out there to feed them kitchen scraps, they all come running , eat their food then wander off. I stay and observe them .
Now that there's babies I am this doting grandparent who thinks about them all day long and check on them several times a day. There are four mums right now. We've lost one baby so far- it was squashed to death by all the other chickens. Weve since fixed that issue & separated them at night. The fourth mum ( the newest to become a a mum of one teeny tiny grey chick- the smallest below in the picture) isnt being the best mum. She's intent on sitting and hatching the other eggs that I highly doubt will even hatch. But it's interesting to see that the other mums have taken this baby into their wings- literally and looking after it as their own. In fact three mums are mothering 3 chicks now.
It gets me thinking about how us as mothers are so very different but how truly wonderful it would be if we were more like chooks. Un judging, just open with love and tenderness for all. They are protective of the chicks, patient, and great teachers. They themselves are now tamer, and welcome a pat here and there. Now that I am learning more about them, and know how to check the eggs for fertility, I am so much more weary when collecting eggs. An egg is no longer just an egg :)
To the left is Freckles, In the middle is Chips the second :) and to the right is Flossy. All three lovingly looking after all the chicks.
I am so keen now to breed some purebred silkie chickens, I bought myself an incubator, and next will be a brooding box, and I know the three gals will take the new babies in as they've done before.
I'm soon to set hubby to build them a proper coop too. But for now they're all happy, I'll keep watching them and being clucky as ever (note I'm happy to cluck over baby chickens, as for human babies I'm not ready for another just yet)
What do my boys think about all of this? Memphis is learning about life and death. He is excited by it and also saddened, but I think it's important for him to realise the importance of life. He has been the instigator of 3 funerals now- and each time has demanded that there be a special flower for the dead chook. He loves collecting the eggs (and really loves eating eggs now whereas before he wouldn't even touch them)
I cant believe I just wrote a whole blog entry about chickens. What's even scarier is I really had to hold back and not go on and on and tell you about each and every chook we have :) I'm trying to enjoy the simplest of things in life- and what is more simple and basic and beautiful than the circle of life( yes even when were talking about chickens)
Bec
Our first silkie bantam chicken was 6 and half years ago. We got her off a friend who was breeding them. She had been rejected from her family & was being picked on by the other bigger chooks. I cuddled her into the bosom of my jacket and there she stayed until we got home. We named her Chips (as in chicken chips, yes highly inappropriate but kinda funny too) and she was raised as a loving family member. Our other furry family members (at the time consisted of 2 dogs and 2 cats) and none of them were brave enough to attempt going near her. She was confident and cuddly and would stand her ground. She would come running like death were chasing her when we called as she knew we had food for her. Sadly she passed around 3 years old. We'd gotten randam chooks here and there but none were ever again ''family members'' mererly pet chickens.
So we've now again got chickens (right now they're cross breeds- silkies crossed with I don't know what) They're all breeding and I am just fascinated watching them all day long. I mean I will go out there to feed them kitchen scraps, they all come running , eat their food then wander off. I stay and observe them .
Now that there's babies I am this doting grandparent who thinks about them all day long and check on them several times a day. There are four mums right now. We've lost one baby so far- it was squashed to death by all the other chickens. Weve since fixed that issue & separated them at night. The fourth mum ( the newest to become a a mum of one teeny tiny grey chick- the smallest below in the picture) isnt being the best mum. She's intent on sitting and hatching the other eggs that I highly doubt will even hatch. But it's interesting to see that the other mums have taken this baby into their wings- literally and looking after it as their own. In fact three mums are mothering 3 chicks now.
It gets me thinking about how us as mothers are so very different but how truly wonderful it would be if we were more like chooks. Un judging, just open with love and tenderness for all. They are protective of the chicks, patient, and great teachers. They themselves are now tamer, and welcome a pat here and there. Now that I am learning more about them, and know how to check the eggs for fertility, I am so much more weary when collecting eggs. An egg is no longer just an egg :)
I am so keen now to breed some purebred silkie chickens, I bought myself an incubator, and next will be a brooding box, and I know the three gals will take the new babies in as they've done before.
I'm soon to set hubby to build them a proper coop too. But for now they're all happy, I'll keep watching them and being clucky as ever (note I'm happy to cluck over baby chickens, as for human babies I'm not ready for another just yet)
What do my boys think about all of this? Memphis is learning about life and death. He is excited by it and also saddened, but I think it's important for him to realise the importance of life. He has been the instigator of 3 funerals now- and each time has demanded that there be a special flower for the dead chook. He loves collecting the eggs (and really loves eating eggs now whereas before he wouldn't even touch them)
I cant believe I just wrote a whole blog entry about chickens. What's even scarier is I really had to hold back and not go on and on and tell you about each and every chook we have :) I'm trying to enjoy the simplest of things in life- and what is more simple and basic and beautiful than the circle of life( yes even when were talking about chickens)
Bec
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