I do not need the outside thermometer that Malc likes to check hung at the edge of the barn. At the moment I can tell if it has been a minus night by the donkeys water buckets. This morning I did not need the watering can of hot water I usually carry over with me. I did pour it in as Lucy seems to enjoy drinking the warm water. As I left the donkeys and chickens the mist started to roll in across the fields and distant wood and as I sat having breakfast the Christmas tree soon to be cut down disappeared from view. The hens who raced me back to the wild bird feeders will not be able to see a "claw in front of them" Malc is worried that we will loose the ground feeding wild birds like the chaffinches as the hens spend all day catching the scraps and seeds which fall, turning their beaks up at their own special food for laying / pondeuse hens. I love watching the hens antics jumping and half flying up to the bird feeders. Infact the grassy ramp up to the salon window is often alive with pets. Bonny and the cats sit on the mossy steps ( a job there to clear the moss) whilst the bird life plays below. The cats are so well fed and indolent, they are too lazy to do more than flick an eye at the birds. Old Twister sensibly prefers just inside the window and sits on a patch of tiles where there is a strip of underfloor heating!
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