A Bath, A Mouse and A Shed

At lunchtime I went out into the garden to check on the chickens. As usual, I had to turf Stratus and Cirrus out of the nest box. As I tried to move Cirrus, I realised how dirty she was. Her previously snow white feathers were approaching a mid-grey with brown muddy flecks. On impulse, I... Continue Reading →

Shed shaped and Bristol fashion

This afternoon my long suffering friend Fiona and I arrived on site laden with buckets of paint, paintbrushes, screwdrivers, hooks, twine, carpet tiles and snacks ready to transform the shed into a cosy hideout. We removed everything from the shed (again!) and borrowed a broom to remove the remaining cobwebs. Part way through, I spotted... Continue Reading →

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