Dashing up to the walled garden for the last of the carrots (gone, all gone – bastard slugs) the other day I noticed that peace had broken out in the hen run at last
Clearly spending weeks on end huddled sheltering from the rain had broken down the barriers at last.
If only it were that simple with the humans, eh? Still, ’tis the season and all that.
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your hens look in fighting form. How do they stay so fit in this weather?
Hurrah! but they still look slightly cross. Perhaps that be the weather..
I think they’re moulting
Ah yes, that would make me cross too..
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