Gunpowder can very annoying - because it means it is hard to buy saltpetre. Or at least nanny-rules can be. I remember struggling back in SA. I want 10 grams. Not enough to blow up a mouse... but rules is rules I guess. I couldn't find any on the island - which is bizarre. I know nitrates are the new EVUL, but honestly at one stage every farmer in Tasmania, let alone Flinders island would have cured their own bacon (and probably the rest of the pig and the beef too). I was reading Deny King's biography - and bacon and potatoes were all poor people had, often. It's a shame all of that has been lost - no one milks on the island, no one makes bacon (well that I have met yet). Anyway, give me time and enough seed capital from books, and I will turn this around. I have eventually tracked down a butcher's merchant in Lonnie (Launceston) who I hope will help. They do sell sausage casings, which is great news.
The chooks provided one more egg, and I move the 'bago a length forward, in 2 stages. They were wary the first time - the second they had figured it was fresh ground and they were keen to get there (at least the brown-girls were. Mrs Black is a scaredy cat... scaredy chook, I mean.