Frenemies

There is one good thing, I suppose, about the recent chickeny losses:  everyone seems to be getting on better.

It's probably really down to the good weather,  the lifting of Flockdown, and plenty of grass.  

It could be that 12 is just a better number.

I love seeing them pootling about together, and I love seeing them having their little afternoon gatherings in the shade.

Even the bitterest of enemies now seem happy to doze side by side.

The sun makes everything feel better.