The feather babies are babies no more. The flock has merged into a cohesive unit and Mr Bingley is at the centre of all this. He has become a rooster. Gone is the innocent little boy; Mr Bingley has become confident, protective and erm, horny. At the 16-week mark, within the space of a few days, while … More Where Did The Feather Babies go?
Oops, it’s been a while since I did a feather child update. I have been very busy in the garden, thanks to Daylight Savings enticing me out to hack away at things after The Little Fulla has gone to bed. But no news is good news, right? Well, yes and no. Things were going very … More A Big Problem
I have to stop calling the young ones the Little Chickens. They have grown so much that Mr Bingley is very nearly as big as Legolas, if a little more gangley. They grow up so fast! They are 14 weeks old now. After recent events (a sick Jane and a broody Frodo) the flock is … More The Little Chickens Aren’t so Little Any More
The feather child numbers have gone down with the removal of the three excess boys, Little Spot, The Smoky Chick and Orange Feet, leaving us with The Chosen Ones: Frodo, Legolas, Mr Bingley, Jane, Lizzie and Lydia. I moved the three boys into a temporary pen one night, which I was supposed to do ages … More The Chosen Ones
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