The brown hen has been coming into the porch for the last couple of weeks to lay her eggs. The other day, the Sage went outside and shut the door, not realising she was in there and I found her a while later, pacing anxiously. Today, I heard a sound at the door and thought it was the postman. I went out to discover that she was tapping from the outside, wanting to come in. Later, I needed to go out myself and checked, and was rather dismayed to find her sitting, blissed out, in the straw-lined box that the Sage had kindly left for her. I didn’t want to leave her, and I don’t want her going broody in such an inconvenient place (it gets very hot in there in the morning) so I picked her up, plonked her outside and left a handful of corn. Fortunately, she stood up after a couple of minutes and began to eat it. I’ve warned the Sage to keep an eye on her, but sometimes you can’t stop a chicken getting broody. I feel so sorry for them, sitting on eggs that will never hatch.
In other animal news, I didn’t mention that Big Pinkie came to stay yesterday. No. 400 is still here and they settled down together at once, both being placid and friendly. Pinkie comes to the gate to be fed apples, as she always used to. The grass has started to grow nicely after the rain, and the two of them wander round the field finding good grazing spots together. It’s all very comfortable and bucolic.