Drookit chooks

Garden like a mudbath and no money for turf, so it'll just have to stay brown for a bit longer yet!

This wee Leghorn (Marilyn), was given a doing over by Beyoncé a week or so ago, with lots of blood from her comb sullying her lovely white feathers, but she's recovered quickly, bless her. She likes to be near me but then runs away if I get too close.

Deirdre still can't work out the whole wire barrier thing, and Beyoncé will get me an ASBO soon for the racket she makes, demanding mealworms/corn/the rain should stop so her feathery feet don't get wet/that the wind should stop blowing up her bum/that all living creatures on Earth bow down to her as Boss/and so on....diva indeed :)) I love her and her grumpiness.

Considering knitting chicken jumpers.