So, although mothers day was fab, i did spend a portion of it crying!
A devious Mr Fox had crept in that night and helped himself to my chickens, unfortunately that flock had never been ones for properly going to bed at night in the hen house, they just used to roost up in the roof of the inner pen. I was devastated when i discovered them, as you can imagine, luckily my brother was here to kindly lay them to rest for me. I only had three chooks and the fox had killed them all but not taken any, god i hate foxes.
Later that week a kind man who was delivering some rubble to the farm (for a new 'road' we're hopefully putting in), came over while i was stood in the garden and explained that he had 13 cocks/hens which needed a new home as he was emigrating, and would i like them??
Well, i guess you could say fate was smiling down on us that day! I practically kissed this kind stranger and stumbled over my words but think i managed to say 'yes please' at some stage as this week he and his wife arrived with our new friends.
I felt incredibly guilty, and still do, about how the last chooks met their fate, so its made me all the more determined to out fox the fox this time round, they've only been let out of the main pen once this week and were kept securely in the hen house for 2 whole days when they arrived so they knew where to roost at night!
Poppy i completely in love with them and spent some time yesterday taking photos of them. The only ones i took were ones with her in, they're quite impressive!
Meet 'Buffy' the imaginatively titled Buff Orpington.
The girls have named most of the hens but they change them from hour to hour so goodness knows what they are called today!
Mind you, family and friends will be glad of the fresh egg supply coming their way.
So today we raise a glass(of lemonade) 'to new friends'
Love Kirsty xoxo