Toby greets the chickens in the morning '' hello girls'' and as he walks through them ''excuse me girls'' watching them and checking for eggs is now a favourite hobby. as is feeding them several times a day with little tit bits. he can even tell the difference between the two larger ones by subtle markings on their feathers. he is smitten.
CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK!!!!! was just trying to enjoy a cup of tea and rare bacon sandwich for my breakfast this morning. when could hear a god awful noise coming from the garden. dropped said bacon sandwich and ran down the garden to find betty dancing about on the compost heap in a very excited manner. poor girl had laid an egg on the heap (what's wrong with the nesting boxes i ask)? but she's so old and her eggs are soft so she'd broken it.
they don't seem to be quite so content this afternoon, when we go out there, they come to the gate and make a fuss. the consensus however seems to be that they make a fuss so that we will go and see them and throw them some extra treats. canny little hens, i had no idea chickens were that clever. of course Toby goes to see them and so that seems to satisfy them.
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