I’m so very sorry to report that a few weeks ago, a bad Mr Foxy took our feathered girls. A thought too horrible to dwell on. It’s the first time it’s happened here and the result of a break in routine, about which I feel horribly guilty. The garden seems peculiarly quiet without them; I’ve no-one to feed the snails to, and bought eggs, no matter how ‘organic’ or ‘jumbo sized’ are simply NOTHING like home laid eggs.
And so buying a couple of new girls is high on the list of priorities – hopefully this weekend. The ONLY good to come from this saga, has been the opportunity to properly mulch the orange trees, get some fledgling pumpkins underway, and give the ‘clucker tucker’ crop the chance to grow like wildfire and flower. This will mean shade and forage for the new girls when they arrive. And never again will we turn in for the evening without hoisting the drawbridge….