Sun’s out.

sunshine dog

The chicks at four weeks.

They’re noisy little fluff bombs. Not sure whether we have boys or girls yet, enjoying the fluffiness while it lasts.
chicks at 4 weeks

Gone voting.

General election here in the U.K. X marks the spot and Bonnie marks hers.
voting

Love.

dark days
I have no words today, the news on the tv is just so sad.
Sending love.

Butterflies.

A girl, a butterfly net and an unwitting cabbage white…
butterfly net

Beach adventuring.

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.

beach adventuring

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

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