These chooks love company! Step out the door and there they are eyeing up the proceedings, checking out the compost bucket, edibles in hand. Guaranteed to follow except when you step out and the garden is eerily empty. Resort to calling them – still no answer – rattle some corn in the tin; ah a reply from the neighbour’s garden. Heath Robinson fences in place, plenty to entertain them but no, the neighbour’s grass is always greener! The ground is high enough they can be lifted back over the fence!

Gardening with them is another challenge. There they are, up close and personal, peering into the freshly disturbed soil, squabbling over mealy morsels, grasping the unsuspecting worm. So far have managed to avoid a quick amputation while trimming the edges, not pinned Flossy to the ground as she stuck her head through the tines just as the fork was thrust into the ground. Potatoes harvested, inspected by the intrepid foursome, ground cleared and ready for the green manures although the girls are pretty good at leaving little packages all around the garden…

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