Trying something new

I put lots of fresh straw into the poly tunnel as the chickens really enjoy scratching around. No one escaped this afternoon

Everyone seems settled and happy
See below for a SLO mo video. I hope it uploads. The chooks sound like lions
And see below for the scary, SLO mo geese

The runaway hen

The chooks are fed up with being “cooped up” all winter because of the avian flu restrictions. For the past week we have found hens and cockerels that have made their way out of the polytunnel and into the run. Fair play to them. However, just now I found a hen in the sheep field

She must have gotten out of the poly tunnel then into the run and flown over several six foot high fences and into the field.
We shooed her into the greenhouse and picked her up and took her back to the flock. I expect she will escape again. Come on Defra, let the birds out of lockdown!

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus!

Happy St David’s Day

Unusually I visited mum this morning (not Tuesday) and she was on great form. Her nails are long and painted red – how my dad would have loved that look!

The children met me at the window and that gave mum great pleasure

Kisses and waves through the window will have to suffice for now

My son and his grandma talked about horse racing and the times when mum and dad attended Royal Ascot on Ladies Day – guests of their close friend who owned a racehorse. One weekend dad accompanied his friend to Paris to watch the annual L’Arc de Triomphe horse race. The brilliant horse, Nijinsky, was being ridden by Lester Piggot and was the favourite in the race. My dad’s friend played Chemin de fer at the prestigious casino, Le Circle, the night before the big race. Dad sat next to his friend who lost £100,000 that night! The next day they lunched at the best restaurant in Longchamps. Dad’s friend had a large bet on the favourite, Nijinsky. Sadly the great horse and rider lost by a head at the winning post. It was a very expensive weekend yet dad said that, as always, his friend was as calm and relaxed as if he had won on the big day. My son and his grandma talked about this on the phone this morning. Extraordinary amounts of money won or lost in minutes. My dad loved the glitz and the glamour that he watched and if he ever had a bet on a horse his maximum was £1!