|Vinnie, with his beak full as usual|
He's turning into quite a handsome cockerel, with a fine rosy triple comb and wattles, orange eyes, little bumps that will probably develop into spurs, a splendid ruff of neck feathers, and drooping white plumes in his tail. He was quiet while he was in the chicken house, where he does not have enough room to stretch out and give it all he's got.
|Vinnie with Blanche.|
They love mooching around the hangar, with its earth floor covered in sawdust, gardening compost and eons-old cow manure. In the shade of the hangar roof, the lush grass makes good grazing for them. Blanche has taken on a pale golden colour, from dust bathing on the hangar floor.
|Oh shake that thing... Tim's picture of a communal dust bath|
They have investigated the plants under cover for the winter, in the case of my poor Clove Pink cuttings and the globe artichokes (left) with extreme prejudice.
|Alice is turning into a handsome bird too.|
It's not the right time of year to expect them to start producing eggs, but they're getting to be a good size now and we keep on hoping. We really aren't ready for poussins though. We got the chooks as working animals, not pets. Well, that was the intention. The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley.
|Lots of goodies to be found on a mild winter's day. Vinnie disposed of a huge earthworm in a trice.|
|Vinnie now has a growing fan club and is working on his own Facebook page.|
Heaven help us.