I haven't bored you with tales of the chicks - at least, I don't think I have (have I?).
So, here are the ladies, out in the garden and growing very fast.
The babies are unaware that Buck Bucky is approaching. They are too busy eating cherry tomatoes.
A second later and they've discovered her. "Quick, everyone. Scarper!"
Here is Poppy, strutting her stuff. That tail is getting very much like a cockerel's but if Luke hears me say that he will tell me off. I'm obsessed with the thought that one of the two littlest is going to turn out to be male.
Mrs. Bun is such fun. She is fearless despite being the youngest and smallest and will go places the other chickens won't. She also seems to have feathery feet which is sweet.
In the evening light she is a pretty little thing.
Then the delicate prima ballerina of our chickens; gentle, placid Lunar - I can't help but love her. She glows!
Whilst I work in the garden these little chicks look for stray worms.
Luke offers food to the hens, only two are brave enough to take him up on it.
Chickens are actually jungle fowl and love to perch safely in trees. Here they have decided on a lower perch - the door! Only the slightly older Lunar decides to sit on the ground.
"Those ruddy chickens!!" (the words I shouted to Luke when I spied these two on the roof of their run.
And so to bed. At last they all settle down together.
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