Someone we know who’s retiring and moving house, so has had to get rid of his flock. He used have about 30 hens, cut it down to a few silkies—basically pets—and now they’ve gone to his grand-daughter and us.
The fun and games start tomorrow, when everyone begins to notice…
That is one heck of a haircut on the blonde minx.
And minx she is, apparently. I’m under strict instructions to check on her (around now, actually) to make sure she’s not bullying the near-terminally docile Violet.
They are beautiful.
They are beautiful, indeed.
Thanks for sharing, joe.
Soo xx
Basking, that’s what they’re doing.
Don’t be silly: even I can see they are not sharks
Hush! Don’t spoil their illusions!
I have serious Hen envy, joe. Partly because of the sunbeams, mind you.
Soo xx
That can be cured! You’re more than welcome to have those two.
Seriously, they will have to go, being of the rooster persuasion. A shame, because they’re real charmers, but we have to consider the girls’ health.
Meanwhile, young Vic is doing well in her (we hope) mudlarkery classes:
Aaaw. Booo.
Joe, remember, “A chicken is for life, and just for Christmas”. Or is that Turkey’s ?
In the turkey’s case, same thing, really.
Turkeys vote for Christmas, I’m told. Silly things.
Soo xx
But only turkeys over 18 have the vote.
I don’t know anyone who can age a turkey, Fishers 
Soo xx
I reckon I could make one feel quite world-weary, dahlink. Just say the word.
Possibly this should be in the Cellar, but:
my neighbour informed me this afternoon wrt a bit of Family Drama that she is “sitting on eggshells” …
I should have asked whether she is also walking on her hands, come to thibk of it.
