Short Days

At the moment there just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to fit everything in. Usual last minute preparations for Christmas today saw me dash down to the allotment at four o’clock, just as it began to get properly dark. Leia and Flora were already half asleep on the top of the nest box in the greenhouse but woke up and greedily hogged the fresh pellets and corn I put out for them.

I had a slight surprise when I opened the Nest House door. Planning only on quickly lifting up the lid of the laying area and collecting any eggs, I suddenly came face to face with Tommy. How I hadn’t seen him half asleep, sitting on the lid I have no idea. Honestly, I don’t know who was more surprised, Tommy or me! Having had the beautiful Neat House for months and watched all the chickens stubbornly refuse to use it even during the cold snap and storms, I had resigned myself to the fact it would never be used. Tommy, on the other hand, clearly felt caught out by my discovery. His male ego shattered (in his mind) as he capitulated to the winter weather by sleeping indoors. I decided this was not the best time to pick a fight with Tommy by turfing him from his sleeping spot and left collecting eggs for tomorrow.

Over in the new coop, Gordon and his girls were all up high, settled on their perch. Here is another batch of idiotic birds who refuse to go indoors. How come it’s always my birds who act this way?!