If you recognise the near-quote (Z instead of she) without looking it up, we are true soul-mates, darlings.
At last moving day for the bantams arrived. Their new run has been a long time in the making. I stipulated that it must have a top so they can’t fly out, and wire has been dug down so that it’s fox-proofed.
Russell had managed to get the cockerel and four hens into a cage the other day, and three broody hens were in a bucket all together, but the rest had to be caught. The greenhouse is some 40 feet long by 14 feet wide and it wasn’t the easiest job. Our friend Jamie came round to help and I don’t think I’d have managed it without him. At various times I found myself singing the ‘Rawhide’ theme tune, the Benny Hill Show tune, One Way or Another, as well as Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head, because they did. We crated up four at a time each and bore them outside the kitchen garden, through the fence into the Ups and Downs and round behind the barn, and it poured for much of the time. In the end, all 26 girls and one cock were caught and moved and, bless them, not one of them tried to peck once.
Afterwards, tea and chocolate biscuits. And by then it had stopped raining.
Next, I have to turn my attention to the greenhouse, which needs an awful lot of work before it’s usable. But that won’t be started until Wednesday, because I’ll be busy with other things. Most importantly, we’ve got young Hadrian over tomorrow and I’m looking forward to that very much.