Chickens

Something very odd happened on the way to the supermarket today.  There was a baby blue tit just sitting on the ground.  You could still see the downy feathers.

Obviously I talked to it and bent down to pick it up to move to somewhere safer.  It flew off.  

But chicks in December?  That's a bit bonkers.  Ditto the appearance of loads of daisies on lawns.

Chickens were having a great time foraging in this garden and good on them.