I have to get you a photo of the moulting chick, I grabbed Luke's camera, swapped the lens and turned it on only to find it didn't have a camera card in. What a waste. She looks so messy right now with that one remaining tail feather and her tiny patch of skin that was bare yesterday now sprinkled with tiny new quills that makes her look like Desperate Dan's chin.
The two hens spent over three hours dusting themselves in the greenhouse; in fact they loved it so much I left them in there with water and ventilation, whilst I went to the supermarket.
I checked out the veg and picked the last lot of beans before letting them got to seed for next year. I popped some in a bag and hooked it over Jack's back door handle for his dinner whilst I had just enough left for our meal. The three rows of spinach that I planted weeks ago have, despite my best attempts with chicken wire and slug pellets,  been decimated by those slimy critters. Luckily my broccoli is doing well with it's caged protection - that's maybe why the slugs went elsewhere and noshed on my spinach. There's not one bit left.
I thinned out and gave some of the pak choi to the hens, they like their greens too. Any thinnings that I didn't use went in the compost bin so they weren't wasted. Gosh, I love gardening. Sappy but true. It made up for the ironing and housework that had to be completed later.