Me
n' Chili on the back deck - first day it didn't rain in weeks.
My
new Christmas cardie knitted by my mum to replace the one that got toasted
many years ago.
If
you feed them, they will stay.
Our resident hummer, Cedric, feasting at the feeder.
Chili
demonstrating to Patrick that she does know the dobie lean.
Listening
to the neighbour's dog “talking”.
Early
January on the front deck.
Same
idea, except you can see more view and less dog in this pic.
Sardine
has grown into a handsome polish crested Magnifico. At least he thinks so.
Sardine
with Cabbage, one of my best layers (despite her small stature).
In the foreground is Provo's tail, done up to prevent it trailing in the mud.
Pones
in their respective shelters. Provo is shut in his, after he got a gimpy
leg.
I
plaited his mane as well, seeing as he kept scraping it along the tree and
turning it into witches knots.
There are only three plaits because below that is where he rubbed it all off by sticking his head through the shelter panels. It is growing back, albeit very slowly.
Bobbing
for bits of hay. Mouse discovered that she can just about sloo his water,
so doesn't need to venture forth at all from her nest to her own water
bucket.
Mouse
thinks her new
nest is very fine.
It got even cosier when I added the shavings.
Provo
and his chicken friends.
What
are they doing?
Provo's play-stick in the foreground, for the purposes of chewing.
Living in a 12' x 12' stall is very dull.
Surveying
her domain.
Chili
being a noble beast.
Proof
that, although chickens are interesting...
...
you don't actually *have* to chase them every time you see them.
Even
when they flaunt themselves.
Although
you should keep an eye on them, in case anything exciting happens.
