The latest in the saga of the world's most expensive eggs... last weekend's project was installing our eight young chooks in their grand new home. David constructed the edifice and then it had to be maneuvered into place in the little orchard. The next morning we caught and boxed the chooks and moved them into their new home, then cleaned out the dusty brooder pen in the shed. They are loving it outside, pecking around on the grass and basking in the sun. Baerli is fascinated but so far hasn't been too naughty, just the odd pounce to make the chooks flap... mostly she's happy to sit and watch them. They are almost seven weeks old and I still have no idea how many are cockerels. It seemed easier to guess when they were tiny chicks.
The rosé revolution rolls on
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