That’s what I heard through my window at 6.30 this morning as grandson went to feed the cats. Indeed he is limping on his front left paw and he won’t tell us what happened. We won’t go to the vet straight away because last time, when he broke a back paw, he kept pulling off the splint and bandage and refused to rest!

I’d forgotten about them but, luckily, Jeremy remembered that we had collected them at the start of lockdown. I was able to make use of the raspberries and tayberries that daughter and I picked this morning. Tomorrow I must try and obtain more granulated sugar. Are we running a jam factory?

I do NOT want to top and tail? How about gooseberry jelly and, to make it even easier and quicker, don’t use a jelly bag but push the pulp through a sieve.

Night after night we chase ten chicks into their house at bedtime. Their mother manages to get a couple or more to follow her into the coop but the others enjoy giving us the runaround

This little one hid under the hen house until we flushed her out and caught her – naughty chick – but quite cute looking and very soft!

Waiting for pizzas but playing until grandpa has got the fire hot and grandma has rolled out the dough

Due to COVID there’s a 7 day delivery time until the next batch of jam pots arrive.

Daughter is outside picking a bucket of black currants. This afternoon we might tackle the gooseberry bushes.

Netting the trees gives us a fighting chance

We have moved mother Hen and baby goslings to a larger run near the kitchen. I could spend hours watching them but will limit myself to an occasional break from jam making and fruit picking.

PPE mask and gloves. Better safe than sorry