Livestock

Saturday 9 April 2011

The scene of devastation the following morning.

One thing guaranteed to get you out of bed the morning after a party is the sudden realisation that you received three chickens during the previous evening's festivities.

So 7am: we're up and about.  Dave opened the henhouse and they emerged.  We'd already decided to name our two Thelma and Louise - as they are unlikely to reach a ripe old age (if you haven't seen the movie you won't get this).  When Rob appeared from his tent he said his chicken was called Bob.  I hope it doesn't put her off laying.

Despite her madness in bringing the chickens during the party, Helen had thoughtfully provided chickenfeed and a feeder.  We found a bowl for water and the chucklings were happy.  They examined the run, and then casually stepped through the wire to explore further afield.  We chased them back in a few times, until Tina turned up and suggested we put green netting around to keep them in until they grow.  We also made them a shady space at the end, as the day was turning warm.