Just before I went off to work this morning the latest Practical Poultry plopped through the front door and Luke read out my letter that had been published. I'd written it in response to a photo they had published with a chicken dressed up as Father Christmas. I don't like the thought of chickens or any animal being mishandled and to dress the chicken in that outfit meant pulling it about a bit. Wait till the backlash next month!! Tonight I got home an hour late after staying on to do some work so only just got to see the hens before they took themselves off to bed. I shared a piece of bread and hummus with them which they loved.
Luke heard a rustling in the border today and thought it was Jack's grandson on a surprise visit only to be surprised himself when Jack's cat, Socks and the 'nasty cat' from across the road tumbled out clawing and scratching each other so now Luke has relented and let Socks in our house where she is curled up in a perfect O shape by my side as I type. She seems fine and is certainly not complaining about finding herself on a throw in front of a log fire. Than again, neither am I.
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