New life.

A tragic day this morning with the devastating news of the bombing in Manchester, couldn’t help but cry when I looked at the news. Gruff offered me his sausages to cheer me up. I settled for a hug.
Two school runs in busy unforgiving traffic and dropped everyone off. I got home and mooched up he garden to clean out the hen coop and decided to check on my broody hen Ninja who is on day twenty of her incubation.
Look what greeted me, you’re early little one but most welcome.
new life

Poorly.

Poorly Evie this evening, not even cat nurse is helping, (even with purr set to mega).poorly

Seven days to go…

Ninja is sitting on some eggs and they’re not hers, in fact they’re not from any of my hens. They’ve been brought in from our local community farm.

It takes twenty one days for fertile chicken eggs to incubate and we’re almost there. This time next week, we may hear cheeping again in our nursery coop.

She rarely leaves her nest, only coming out once a day to stuff her face with corn. The other hens have been cordoned off for now until we see what’s hatched.
seven day countdown
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All that glitters.

glitterbug

Sun’s out…

…dog’s out.
suns out dogs out

Fourteen.

Brand new headphones this year to plug the world and its many memes straight into your head, graphic novels with zombies in and a tonne of drawing stuff.
She’s doing great.

millies 14th

The smell of bacon.

Yes I’m cooking bacon, yes I see your nose has brought you from a deep sleep to my side. No there isn’t any spare, no you can’t have a bit.
Oh alright…
smell of bacon

Shadow cat.

cat shadow.png

Magpie.

Evie is my little magpie. My recycling bin is never full with her around. Todays creations were stuffed gloved creatures and plastic top hats for her dolls.
magpie

First beach picnic.

Not one of my brightest ideas, though we still had ice cream!

Brrrrr

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