They put my bench together in moments (no charge!) and then I heaved around a few pots so that I could fit everything in to a useful place.
The girls have been keen to escape every time I've opened the the door to their run - amazing when you consider that less than 3 weeks ago they had never even seen "outdoors". So after a quick run to the shops I settled myself on the patio and let them out.
They wasted no time. They investigated the patio and everything on it. I brought them a bowl of fresh fruit when I made some for myself, but apart from the cherries, it was mostly ignored. But then Daisy, the poorest little scrap, but the bravest, found her own worm among the leaf litter. Poppy chased her, but Daisy ran and hid till she'd finished her treat.
Daisy also went inside the conservatory (garden room) several times. But finally she hopped down the two steps into the garden proper, and before long she'd found the mother lode - the spot under the wild bird feeders where hundreds of worms are wriggling just below the surface.
Rosie eventually joined her. A few minutes ago, for no apparent reason, she went running up the garden at a speed I don't think even she knew she could achieve.
Poppy, meanwhile, has been rather more circumspect, and has settled between the coop and the fence. No extra adventures for her today.
You are such a good person to take care of these birds! They were abused and unloved, and now you're providing them with everything they need, I'm proud to be your friend!
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to say I love your site not just because I am a big Vincent fan but because I love your postings, your comments and especially your stories and trips.Your chicks are great and very lucky little birds.You have a great heart and great sence of humor. Thank you for sharing!!
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Aw they are just so sweet Val. Do they let you pet them and hold them?
ReplyDeleteWhat Renee said. I absolutely get the biggest kick out of your stories and now your hens are a real treat to read about. Thank you so much for sharing with all of us!
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, if I could pick a favorite, it would be Daisy. She's a fighter, surviving, through all that's she's been through. What joy it must give you to see them doing so well.
ReplyDeleteCan your cats see the hens? What do they think of them.
ReplyDeleteI think they're adorable :)
Good to hear your new babies are doing so well, Val!
ReplyDelete4 o'clock comes twice a day too..unfortunately :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely to see your babies out exploring.Your garden looks like it will be full of delights for them
Thanks, Renee. Keep on dropping by.
ReplyDeleteJoJo, they don't run away as such, but they are not ready yet for a lot of fuss. They must been in some pain with their broken wings and bruises healing. Daisy almost comes when I call, though - as long as she's not in the undergrowth having a mooch. I think that, being the bullied one, she likes to escape into dorners, and also sees me as a safe protector.
ReplyDeleteTess, the cats are wary - big bruiser Beano creeps up the garden and at the least movement from the hens runs away! Tiny Mitzi is a bit braver, but then she had to hunt for her kittens in her first year.
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