No new hens until the middle of February. Friend S, who has been researching the possibility, rang me to say that her supplier has not P O L pullets ready until then. As it happens, this is a good thing because from today I shall probably not find much time to blog in the coming week.
My daughter in law has had a new hip and came out of hospital yesterday (she only had the op on Wednesday), so I am going to be involved in keeping her company while my son goes to work. Luckily we live close by and the farmer will drive me there each morning. Since my black-out I am unable to drive and probably will not ever drive again.
Changing the subject slightly (although still involving feathers!) we seem to have a cock and two hen pheasants who have taken up permanent residence in our front, walled garden. They have breakfast, lunch and supper at our bird table (and will be included in the Big Garden Bird Watch count this morning) and roost in the Scots pins at night. They are scratching the soil all over and I am quite pleased about this as they should be working it over well.
Last year a hen pheasant nested just under the landing window in the same garden, hatched off a dozen chicks, took them out under the front gate into the field and (we hope) reared most of them. The farmer saw her once or twice (he thought it was her anyway) shepherding her brood about. I hope it is the same hen now and that she has survived the guns and will breed there again - so watch this space.
The day is horrible - windy, dark and wet. Seems to me that there will be few birds around for the big bird count today.