The Fantastic Feathered Four

The perches are in position, nesting boxes at the ready - and the chickens are here! In the lap of luxury, they should start laying in the next two to three weeks. We got four - one for each of the chicken gang; Angharad chose a Sussex Comet and called her Carrag (means stone in Welsh), she's the white one, Myfanwy chose a Brown Rocket (the brown one at the back), calling her Voldermort, Molly also went for a Brown Rocket and named hers Lucky as she thinks she is and Llion has Victor Von Doom, a Black Comet (yes, she's a girl but he's always wanted a chicken called Victor.....). Babooshka thinks they're her own private entertainment, remaining transfixed on the pigsty wall for hours.

And if cleaning out pigstys wasn't enough the chicken gang became the garden gang, pulling up all the onions for me and then beginning to weed. They can't wait for tomorrow to start thinning the autumn carrots.....seriously, I've never met kids like these four, they're workaholics!

Poor Fifi Babitt's still suffering badly; I took her back to the doctors as the course of antibiotics hadn't cleared the diagnosed respiratory infection so she was given a second course of a stronger drug; these seem to be helping but she's been laid absolutely lower than low with this illness. She managed to stagger outside yesterday to see what the chicken gang had done but that finished her off for the remainder of yesterday and all of today. She's yet to meet Victor Von Doom, Voldermort, Carrag and Lucky......she says she can't wait......