I’m trying to remember more about Sprig’s childhood, but I’m seeing Weeza on Monday so I’ll see if she can jog my memory. At present, of course, we’re getting ready for Christmas. I’ve been somewhat handicapped by a chest infection which kept me in bed for several days and still leaves me breathless, after a fortnight, if I do anything much. Tim has it too now, though not as badly.
I’m not sure if I said that the young pullets, hatched on 14th June, have started laying. The four lay two eggs most days, and the two big black hens lay on alternate days. The youngsters were almost exactly 6 months old – first eggs laid on 12th December. Their mum Canasta has died since – she just faded away over a month or so, wanting to be alone and not eating much – but one of the girls has her mother’s floppy comb, which is rather nice. They’re paler than Canasta and Scrabble, being a rather nice buff colour with amusing darker topknots. I can hear them scratching around outside the window here, hoping I’ll go out with some treats for them.