Len the Hen's Adventure

Our son left the door to the hens' garden open and he'd also left a trail of treats on his way in, so Len the Hen - ever the opportunist - followed the trail of treats and ended up outside her garden. I don't think she realised for a while as when a chicken has her head down eating, she doesn't appear to notice much else that's happening.

Finally though, she realised something was wrong: namely that there was a wire fence between where she was and where she wanted to be. She didn't join the dots with the open gate a few steps away so we thought we'd better help her figure out how to join her friends. Her friends, by the way, were being very supportive by huddling in the middle of their garden with stretched up necks watching keenly.

Our son picked Len the Hen up and of course I couldn't resist a pat and a chat which she didn't seem to mind too much, but when we put her down, she ran squawking to her friends. What's the bet she was saying, "Guess what happened to me!"

                                              Our cat, Missy likes to keep an eye on the hens.

And They're Out

Finally the two weeks were up and we were able to let the chickens out for the first time. We invited family and friends over to watch the hens leave their coop for the first time, and it didn't take them long to want to investigate and see what was outside the door.

                           

                                      First comes Len the Hen to have a sticky beak...

Now Len the Hen's gone left, Daisy May's gone right, Miss Milligan is still plucking up the courage to step over the threshold, and Penny is a little confused! 

It's a Lie

While wandering around a nursery with a friend I happened to see this sign.

I bought it, even though it's not true.

Firstly, we don't live on a farm, secondly, our hens are around the corner to the left, not to the right, and thirdly we don't have any fresh eggs. (Well, not yet, anyway but I'm sure the girls are working on it!)

But isn't it a fantastic sign?