Sadly, over the Christmas period we lost a chicken. We’re not quite sure what did it, but Stuff died between Christmas and New Year. A pretty chicken that will be missed and is hopefully enjoying herself in the dustbath in the sky.

We let the chickens out today and took a few photos of them causing trouble. One was perched on my arm and another made quite a leap to join her.

Chickens say hello. They’ll do anything for mealworms. These two are called Chompsky and Goblin – they are both Rachel’s. Mine are a lot more shy, although Stuff climbed up on my arm today for the first time. Unfortunately, Chompsky then almost knocked her off and she decided she’d rather forage on the ground!

Three of the girls then decided that they wanted a mud bath. Grubby little things.