One, two, three, four, five… where is number six? Our six chickens are quite biddable (for a scoop of corn) but when I was trying to entice them back into their run the other afternoon, one of their number was missing. Most unusual .
But wait, what is this, could it be…
It’s looking promising, the head is moving!
I was worried for a moment, I’ve found unpleasant things here before
you remember I told you about Spud and his hobby of digging? Much as we dislike the ankle twisting craters he digs (we’ve had enough trauma, thank you) in the field, the chickens it seems, love them, just the place for a late afternoon dust bath.