This morning I had barely eaten my organic bacon sandwich,when a plaintive cry of"there is a chicken missing" reached my rather ornamental ears,so into the barley field i ventured intrepidly,no chicken hove into view,then "oh there you are" rang out,the offending bird had escaped to the field and returned to the garden ,this meant much bolstering of the perimeter fencing by yours truly,it is now secure.
The afternoon was spent convincing the Le Blades they should come strawberry picking on 3 bridge lane,Ian le blade said he did not like strawberries but was observed eating a quantity during the picking,we then drove back to the Le Blade mansion,and after a little bonhomie,we cadged a flagstone for our chicken run.
Arriving at the little chicken farm on the prairie we found one of the hens laying its first egg,which in view of its small size ,I suggested might be a Wren's egg,so now three of the ladies are laying.
3 comments:
They will always come back home but be careful a fox may get them before they make it?
I should get the eggs for sale sign ready as it would appear they are gathering steam??
Organic bacon sandwich my foot!
Would clipping their wings be really that traumatic for the chickens?
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