This is a few of the chickens on Sunday morning when the Sage was later than usual and they were waiting for their breakfast. Yes, the door needs painting, but it's a horrid door and I'd rather have a new one instead.
Z
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Thursday, 21 July 2011
While I think of it ...
This is a few of the chickens on Sunday morning when the Sage was later than usual and they were waiting for their breakfast. Yes, the door needs painting, but it's a horrid door and I'd rather have a new one instead.
Z
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8 comments:
Never mind the chickens!!! Have you got back in your house????
...and I have discovered priorities????
oh eck.....;-)
It's all right, darling, I'm in the house. Your priorities are quite right.
Give the chickens a key, then they could let themselves in and get their own breakfast.
We've already got one living in the porch, Dave, I don't want them all moving in.
So you got in, then, unless you spent the night in the henhouse and took that photo looking out the next morning. (The hens presumably have their own hen-sized door.)
It's nice that you exchange breakfasts with the hens - very synergistic.
Thanks for the photo advice, will try this later, maybe with new pictures.
Local studies beckons.
Only what you write above the photo is published,do it from photo rather than email.
Hens love toast for breakfast, Rog.
It was Monday morning when I got up early and the Sage didn't, but I can't be bothered to change the post. Actually, I'm thinking of having a nap.
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