Today my girlies went to their new home. We had a long journey, about an hour and a half in my car with the most infuriating satnav I've ever come across. Their new keepers want them to meet their companions at leisure before making a full introduction, so they set up a small enclosure inside the hen house. The house looks a bit ramshackle, but it's fully insulated and they will be much warmer than in my garden if there's another snowy winter.
Here are a couple of their fellow flock members who have escaped from the enclosure (and do so every day) to scratch about in the huge main garden.
They also have a couple of geese to contend with.
The owners are cat breeders. This is one of their Bengal queens.
They also breed Burmese, and there were kittens galore. These two were chasing one another in and out of the chicken enclosure.
Two of the very small adults (I can't believe how small an adult Burmese can be!) and a tiny kitten curled up and ready for bed.
This little darling attached itself to my shoulder. I was sorely tempted to smuggle it into my bag and take it home.
I miss my girls already, and I'm pretty sure they wanted me to stay with them. But tomorrow they will have the run of a huge space and the attentions of a charming cockerel, so I don't think they'll miss me for long.