They’re noisy little fluff bombs. Not sure whether we have boys or girls yet, enjoying the fluffiness while it lasts.
Carry your shoes and make sure you send the dog first. Sandy food and showers of wet, shaking dog. Toes dipped in washes of cold sea.
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.
Poorly Evie this evening, not even cat nurse is helping, (even with purr set to mega).
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.