Chicken run.

I do feel for our little girls. True, they do have a much richer life than many hens in those tiny runs but how they adore to scratch around in the dirt or leg it over to Jack's garden where the grass is longer and they sometimes find cat food or cake thrown out for them. So when we can we free them from their chicken runs and let them loose. Today was my early finish so I got home about 4.15. First job was to open the doors of the pens and watch them go, the second was to scrape the droppings board clean and then it was indoors to make a cup of tea. Sadly with the winter days getting shorter they only came out for thirty minutes before trundling off to bed. There was still a little time for the new chicks to scratch about in the veg patch.