The great escape


Here are Bertha, Lola, Ethel, and Molly.

Jake and I took them for a visit down to the allotment and put them in a pen down there – unfortunately it wasn’t too secure – and Lola, Molly and Ethel managed to get out – Bertha was too fat. We managed to catch Molly and Ethel quickly but Lola the flighty was in and out of the blackberry thickets, down the raspberry rows and almost into the neighbours-who- we-don’t-talk-to’s garden. Which would not have been good! Jake eventually managed to grab her and they have been confined to their pen since!

The great escape


Here are Bertha, Lola, Ethel, and Molly.

Jake and I took them for a visit down to the allotment and put them in a pen down there – unfortunately it wasn’t too secure – and Lola, Molly and Ethel managed to get out – Bertha was too fat. We managed to catch Molly and Ethel quickly but Lola the flighty was in and out of the blackberry thickets, down the raspberry rows and almost into the neighbours-who- we-don’t-talk-to’s garden. Which would not have been good! Jake eventually managed to grab her and they have been confined to their pen since!

Chickens and cycling

We now have four new chickens – Ethel, Molly, Bertha and Lola. Photographs to follow later, if it ever stops raining. I would like to evict the chicken salesman from his house in Teston and live there myself – his garden is a chicken paradise.
The house fronts on to the A26 – but the garden goes back, and back, and back – with chicken huts, and bantam arks, and yet more chicken pens in front of you, at the side of you – all around! Plus a vegetable garden and fruit trees too. Jill was persuaded to come with me and helped choose and name the chickens, and carry them back to the car.
Meanwhile Jake and Phil were on their own equivalent of the Tour de France – a 113 mile bike ride around Hampshire. It was a charity ride that Phil signed up to without reading it properly and didnt discover until two days before they set off that there was a minimum speed of 11 mph!
They managed to almost complete it – which was very good for two slightly unfit specimens – with this result ……

Chickens and cycling

We now have four new chickens – Ethel, Molly, Bertha and Lola. Photographs to follow later, if it ever stops raining. I would like to evict the chicken salesman from his house in Teston and live there myself – his garden is a chicken paradise.
The house fronts on to the A26 – but the garden goes back, and back, and back – with chicken huts, and bantam arks, and yet more chicken pens in front of you, at the side of you – all around! Plus a vegetable garden and fruit trees too. Jill was persuaded to come with me and helped choose and name the chickens, and carry them back to the car.
Meanwhile Jake and Phil were on their own equivalent of the Tour de France – a 113 mile bike ride around Hampshire. It was a charity ride that Phil signed up to without reading it properly and didnt discover until two days before they set off that there was a minimum speed of 11 mph!
They managed to almost complete it – which was very good for two slightly unfit specimens – with this result ……