Tail end of a hurricane, the wind is getting up. What are we to do? Well, fortunately Himself was a boy scout and rather good at knots. Up the ladder he went (dear little wife steadying the bottom rung) lassoed the errant liner and anchored it firmly to the foot scraper.
The man's a marvel! (There are a few things in the veg garden that are in need of similar treatment.)
Wee One and Roman were home for the weekend and we went to the farm to buy free-range eggs. British summer, you'll note the appropriate clothing of wellie boots and macs. The hens know that the grain is kept in the shed and always try to come inside when the door is opened.
A handful of corn keeps them diverted.
Scrambled eggs for breakfast - delicious!
This post has me smiling.
ReplyDeleteGood on you all!
Glad somebody's smiling!
DeleteThe Good Life indeed Rosemary. I'm glad you both managed to secure that pipe during the winds. I wish we had done similar with our sweet corn.
ReplyDeleteGary, I'm SO impressed by all the bounty from your allotment!. My courgettes got blown about in the gale but I've not grown sweetcorn for a few years as it brings the badgers into the garden the minute it is ripe. They eat the lot and make the most terrible mess.(But my mouth waters at the thought of fresh, ripe, sweet cobs blathered in butter!)
DeleteOh lucky you! Barry and I were looking at chicken coops at the market on saturday...
ReplyDeleteWe used to keep Khaki Campbell ducks and I'm quite tempted to do so again if it were not for the foxes. Last time it was tears all round!
DeleteThose clever hens, ready to run into the shed for grain. Lovely photos!
ReplyDeleteThey are quite persistent and try to sneak in around my feet as soon as I open the door.
DeleteWonderful post, love your hens!
ReplyDeleteJody
Hello Jody and Stan, I've been over to your blog and had a good nose around your lovely garden and made a note of the tasty food!
DeleteThe hens belong to the farmer down the road and the eggs are very good, with wonderfully golden yolks.