
Apart from a small drama when my little lady's shoe became detatched from her foot and had to be rescued from the river by a kindly teenager, it was a fab day. All came home exhausted but feeling we had made the most of the sunshine.
Currently I am having to be a member of the Chicken Bullying Police. Three of our four hens have taken it upon themselves to bully the other one. They have always all got on fine, but I noticed one of them was missing quite a lot of feathers around her neck and head and she looked scrawny compared to the others. Today I caught them in the act and they were being really horrible to her, clearly terrorising the poor thing. We have not got the facilities at the moment to separate her, so we are making do with emergency plans until we can source a rabbit run to get her out and help her recover. At the moment she sits on top of the hen house and will not come down to eat or drink, so we are feeding her by hand and shutting the rest away so she can drink and peck in peace.
I know I should not create from misery, but it could make a good picture/story book about bullying. So please spare a thought for poor Belle as she recovers