I was thinking, as I walked down to the Allotment, that it was very Indian Summer-ish. I stopped walking and stood with mu face turned towards the sun for a moment or two,. Then I restarted walking, feeling a bit foolish.
Only two eggs out of 12 hens, and almost everyone at some stage of moult or other. Some of the girls looked really dishevelled and tatty, and there was a bit of squabbling going on
I mucked out the shed, fed the Girls their extras, and walked back to the car.
At home, I spent sometime getting Ping and Pong to stand on the treadle and open the feeder. Bertie kept bargin in to steal the treats.
Later, without the sunshine, I needed a jumper.
This morning was also balmy. Amd ow, this afternoon, it's cold. Really quite cold. So cold that I think I might have to light a fire. Or put the heating on. Or both.
It's also a bit windy. Bertie, who has escaped yet again, is wandering around with his feathers billowing out. Ping and Pong are squabbling, one of them is definitely dominating the other - I saw access to the feeder being refused today. I'll keep an eye on it and put a second feeder in if necessary, but I hope it isn't needed.
I moved the extraordinarily long run today. Although there are only 3 birds, they have created some weaknesses in the lawn and are busy exploiting those weaknesses. Parts of the lawn are looking very sad, and I suspect that it'll be a mess until next Spring now. Not much I can do about it, apart from moving the 3 youngsters down to the allotment. I'm reluctant to do that just yet, partly because I've ony just forked out for run extensions!
At least I can go out occasionally and not feel guilty for locking them in their run.
Well, not too guilty.
