No sooner did I post the names of the Chooks, than I regretted it! I just can't find names to fit them. Nothing seems right. I'm scared they really are going to be 1, 2 and 3! Maybe Ena, Theo and Tria? I did have a suggestion that I abandon the search for names and just call them The Supremes! 
So, catch up. Well it has all been happening. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, the girls were imprisoned in the run and the cube, or chook caravan as I think of it, like a little tykes version of a Romany van. They were being lifted onto the roosting bars inside for bedtime and I was worried they would never get the hang of the ladder, and the idea that they had a bedroom to go to sleep in! Then on Friday evening, I went out at 9.30 pm ready to kneel in chicken shit, in the run, bang my head on the wire roof, and lift each one of the girls to bed. But they were not to be see, they finally did it, there they all were in a row, ready to be tucked in. Phew.
Today I let them out for the first time, I was so excited. It was a lovely sunny day and I came back from the Ski Lake around 11 am, checked all the gates were locked and opened the run door, pinned it back and sat on the floor. Out came Ena (who might be Harper) quickly followed by the twins. Off they went, their first target was the three metre border of Aqualigia, they must have know I'd been thinking it was self seeding a bit too readily, and they soon tidied it up for me.
I spent a couple of hours, pruning and weeding and planting out, followed by number 3/Daphne/Georgette really bold and nosey she is, and she even let me pick her up. Loud noises, sudden movements or imagined bird ghosts, sent the girls dashing back to the safety of the run. I was relieved and heartened by this, as I took it that they knew it was home. A whole afternoon and some of the evening passed, waiting for Tesco to deliver my new fridge (The old one did not wake up after the power cut) watching chickenvision.
I spent a couple of hours, pruning and weeding and planting out, followed by number 3/Daphne/Georgette really bold and nosey she is, and she even let me pick her up. Loud noises, sudden movements or imagined bird ghosts, sent the girls dashing back to the safety of the run. I was relieved and heartened by this, as I took it that they knew it was home. A whole afternoon and some of the evening passed, waiting for Tesco to deliver my new fridge (The old one did not wake up after the power cut) watching chickenvision.Charlie came out to play, he got all brave, within a few feet of the girls, before being distracted, tempted back into the house, by the charms of the prettiest cat in Ampthill, Charlie's girlfriend Millie.
I'm not finding the words tonight, so I think I'll let the pictures tell the story.
I'm not finding the words tonight, so I think I'll let the pictures tell the story.
Goodnight. x
Look at Charlie Boy flirting..and in front of the girls too!
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