So last year wasn't the wettest since records began. It was the second wettest! It's a Slalem slope out tot he back of the garden, slipping and sliding away on the wet mud and all too close to the greenhouse glass to make it fun.
This morning I decided to let the babies have a proper long session with the garden and greenhouse all to themselves before the 'ladies' were let loose. As you know, chickens do have a very regimented pecking order and the babies, seeing as they came along last, are at the bottom of it. Shame really as it's not a level playing field but then life isn't fair anyway, is it?
The only way to ensure they could have a lazy dust bath and the choicest sunflower pieces was to keep the others locked in their run.
Every so often I would check out of the window and see two little monochrome feathery heads peeking up from their bath of contentment int he greenhouse dust. It's the only way they can have a proper clean up as there is no dry ground anywhere else in the garden.
By 12.30 I had decided that it was time to let the others loose but only because they had alerted me to the graceful and speedy sparrowhawk that was perched on the fence and flew off rapidly when it saw me. The chickens in the run were squawking in it's presence whilst the two little ones were too busy originally to notice it and only popped their heads up to see what all the fuss was. Talk about rubber necks!
Well, now they are all out I can trust them to have a fine old time of it all before putting themselves to bed by four when it starts getting dark. Which gives me more time for DIY, thank you very much (I don't think).
This morning I decided to let the babies have a proper long session with the garden and greenhouse all to themselves before the 'ladies' were let loose. As you know, chickens do have a very regimented pecking order and the babies, seeing as they came along last, are at the bottom of it. Shame really as it's not a level playing field but then life isn't fair anyway, is it?
The only way to ensure they could have a lazy dust bath and the choicest sunflower pieces was to keep the others locked in their run.
Every so often I would check out of the window and see two little monochrome feathery heads peeking up from their bath of contentment int he greenhouse dust. It's the only way they can have a proper clean up as there is no dry ground anywhere else in the garden.
By 12.30 I had decided that it was time to let the others loose but only because they had alerted me to the graceful and speedy sparrowhawk that was perched on the fence and flew off rapidly when it saw me. The chickens in the run were squawking in it's presence whilst the two little ones were too busy originally to notice it and only popped their heads up to see what all the fuss was. Talk about rubber necks!
Well, now they are all out I can trust them to have a fine old time of it all before putting themselves to bed by four when it starts getting dark. Which gives me more time for DIY, thank you very much (I don't think).
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