Hand Ball!

Bit of dad - son 'footie' practice in the garden this afternoon. Think it went down well.

A sad day, 'Malty' the chicken popped her clogs. She'd not been laying for a couple of months and we were a bit suspicious as to why. Think something horrible was going on, as we found her hardly breathing on Friday night. She spent the weekend in a shoe box and finally 'shuffled' off last night we think.

Luke was a bit upset, first time he's thought about death. None the less he cheered up (a bit too much actually) at the thought of digging a big whole in the garden to bury her in...???

Oh, well mustn't dwell, more importantly we're down an egg layer, right at the peak season for egg demand, Christmas is coming and we're going to need the eggs.

Hence off to the Chicken shop tomorrow to interview for a couple of replacements.... very 'egg'citing.....snarff snarff.!

R