Egg hunt

Now that we've had frosts and enough time for last year's perennials to die back fully, the eggs that we believed had been laid by Mrs Bun around the garden have now come to light. She must have tucked herself under the foliage to have a bit of privacy whilst she popped them out. Who knows how long they have been there, little peachy marbles that look from a distance like polished stones. They  must have been frozen and thawed out several times and as no mice have broken the shells to eat the contents I'm wondering if the contents have congealed like those awful 'I'm a celebrity' food challenge ones. I may just test it out later.
Today we have sunshine!!!!!
The ladies are out and about in the garden and instead of huddling up in the greenhouse they are in the borders and chasing away the magpies. Right now there are four of them having a little sunbathe in one of their favourite spots - the raspberry patch. Bless them.

A feast for crows.

We've been shopping and have brought treats home for the birds. They are currently feasting on tomatoes, sweetcorn (still on the cob) and the last of the Christmas pudding (not such a good idea as it has been dowsed in alcohol). What with the wild birds and the fat grey squirrel that have both been feasting on the seeds in the bird feeders it's been a busy scene this morning. Later on today we are going to move the smaller hen house and run as the ground is waterlogged.
We are trying to give the girls some interest in these dark, dismal days of winter so hidden treats and perches around the place give them some extra things to do. They are going to be in for a shock when we are both back at work and they can't roam around both ours and Jack's garden as they have been for several weeks now. Still, such is life.