then there were four - sorry make that five again

Don't give the chickens names - a lesson learnt over the years.

A few weeks back we were up to 6 hens, that's a lot of eggs but I have plenty of takers for any spare and they have got a lot of space to roam.

A couple of weeks ago we noticed a lot of white feathers around - we didn't think much about it at first as the white hen had been moulting, but bedtime came and no white hen. Presumably a fox attack and its easy for a fox to make off with it's kill across the fields. That is to be preferred to what happened when a fox attacked our hens in England, there they could never get away over or through the fence with the hens so just did the killing spree and left the headless chickens for us to find. So anyway that had left us with five, then yesterday bedtime came and only four hens to be found - are we on the fox's shopping run? Most annoying that the missing one is the biggest and best layer.


Later that day.....

We had a trip to St Antonin this morning to pick up a Christmas present which had been ordered and had lunch at Gazpacho with Maggie and Bill. Just back home and sat down to finish this blog post when in comes Trevor from the garden.

Not four but five ..................................... missing hen just found locked in the shed - apparently no respect for Trevor's special workshop and she has pooed everywhere!