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Give a chicken a strawberry…

…and stand well back, it gets nasty! STRAWBERRY

When I get home…

when i get home

Here comes the sun.

I look back on these posts in the winter with longing. Bonnie just lives the moment, happy in the sun.
here comes the sun

Mini eggs.

Well the young hen who laid one of the biggest eggs I have ever seen decided to have a break from laying for a bit, (I don’t blame her).
She has resumed laying but has taken a step forward for chicken emancipation and decided I can only have tiny little minuscule eggs from now on.
They are so cute though, not sure how many I’d need to make a cake. Any guesses?

mini eggs

The first strawberry of 2015…

…from our garden and cut into five pieces. Tasty for all of a brief second.
first strawberry of 2015

Out of order.

out of order

Bonnie’s football.

We have to keep Bonnie’s ball under lock and key when we’re not with her or otherwise it would be in bits very quickly. She found the old battered thing during a recent trip to the park and it was love at first sight. Luckily she seems to know to stay away from Gruff’s ball…for now…

BONNIES FOOTBALL

Spot the ball.

Somebody booted the football a little too high and the tree has eaten it…
spot the ball

Grassy.

Nothing like a play in the park after school.
park boy

RIP Butter.

Evie discovered Butter’s body on Sunday morning. She was outside and showed no sign of attack, she’d even laid her egg. Only just a year old too. Poor Evie was really upset (and it was one of the females we’d hatched out last year).
She’ll be missed.
rip butter

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