Told you

Didn't I say this adoption was doomed?

This morning I got a phone call to say that the people the rescuers hire their van from hadn't actually reserved one for them so the round trip to Coventry to collect the chickens was impossible. The farmer has agreed not to send them for slaughter, and the rescue has been rearranged for two weeks' time, but the poor creatures will have to continue living in those appalling battery cages. I thought my heart would break.

This is the school half term holiday, and I was going to spend all week acclimatising my girls at all our leisure.

Then I got another call, telling me that there were a few hens from the previous rescue that were too poorly to be rehomed. They had bruised and broken wings. But now they are fit enough to be adopted, if I would like them.

Would I?!

But still, even after another email to the woman in charge of the rescue, the woman with the birds has still not contacted me, so I, and the birds, remain in limbo.