Twenty days... I can't believe it's been so long. Fear not, I am still very much alive.
It's just been one of those months, there have been more canal boating trips, shows, club dyeing, my end of show season pot luck sale, and just general getting on with life.
You know the sort of thing. The mundane stuff, nothing interesting, nothing news worthy, just general day to day happy living. A routine that make for a nice existence, but isn't actually all that fascinating, unless you happen to be a stalker, and as far as I'm aware I don't have one of those thank goodness.
The chickens are just fine, though it turns out Dusty was just being slow to grow up and is actually a cockerel...
Cockerel count is now at 5, Hen count at 8. The boys are for the most part behaving, Froome is definitely now in charge, Boyo acts like the sensible Grandfather and stays well out of it, and the 3 youngest ones are behaving like teenagers. They'll sort it all out eventually though, otherwise it's Coq Au Vin for tea!
Gwen is having a lovely time trying to track down all the rodents in the garden. She's currently specialising in digging very large holes with no actual result...