Annie and I were up at the crack of dawn having been awoken by two donkeys naughtily braying for their breakfast, so off we went to feed those two girls and check the hen situation still in our nighties.
On opening the hatch first morning contender out was Penny who went straight to the hen feed (we had again disposed of the cannibal slugs) next out was the big shiny black hen now called Peck, an apt name as she rushed at Penny and started pecking her neck. Then Scratch tentatively put out her leg to take it back in and out a few times, a bit like the action of a stripper, in my head stripper music was playing. When she did emerge she flew at Penny and also started biting her neck, Penny made her way bravely fighting through to go back into the henhouse, where she proceeded to lay an egg.
(she knows her place in the scheme of things)
We left them all together and came back for our breakfast to be summoned to the front door by Penny about ten minutes later. Although we had closed the fenced enclosure door she had obviously decided they were no friends of hers and flew out. I heard my daughter whispering to her " you must be careful what you wish for Penny, things are not always what they seem"
We checked out Scratch and Peck, who once we opened the enclosure gate went and sat happily on a pile of hay.
The elder grandchild Sharki took the egg but somehow it ended up being smashed on the bedroom floor never making the fridge for some strange reason.
We have all been invited to the Domaine de Sautou for lunch but I am sure there will be more exciting hen news on our return.(and possibly news of the children of Bamako)
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