Christmas at the allotment

This morning I pottered down to give the chickens their morning food, the sun was out and there might have been a hint of a rainbow between the blue sky and black thunderous clouds over Henry Street.

All eight girls were there – since the fox attack we have been endlessly checking all of them are present and correct. One egg, but it was very early and the chickens were demanding breakfast asap.

Later, I popped down to change their water and top up their food bowl with corn, to find three more eggs waiting for us!

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas from both of us, the kittens and all eight chickens!