I got all the youngsters and a couple of eager stock birds out this morning and they flew their hour. There was a bit of sun but still cold.
I scraped and swept the loft out, the floor was damp where I'd walked on it with my wet shoes.
When the birds came in, three of the younger hens stayed out until nearly lunch time. Little buggers. After hardly getting out for a couple of days they just said, 'we can hear you, we are ignoring you



Sooo, this afternoon, despite a gloomy and louring sky, the young stars were boxed up and we went for a wee drive. Then we ran into rain and had to drive back a mile or so. I was only home a few minutes, the leaden clouds were heading this way and they arrived in a bunch. The little girls who thought it was good fun to stay out seemed to remember that they had nothing to eat today. They were quite prompt in dropping in

