Plans changed. Well, it was a dull and misty day and we didn’t feel like gardening, so we didn’t. Nor did we feel like turning out the study. So we didn’t. Hah.
I’ve finally got around to ordering some pot eggs. I daresay all you chicken keepers use them already, but I hadn’t been able to track any down except a single one, last year, at the local shop that sells all outdoor stuff, where they wanted £3.50 for a single plaster egg, and I baulked at the price. It’ll be my last hope of getting the bantams to lay where I want them to and, if they don’t take the hint, they won’t be completely free range (although they’ll have enough outdoor space to be ‘legally’ so) again. Russell used to mark an egg and leave it, but he also watched them closely to see where they emerged from looking pleased with themselves, and I’m simply not observant enough for that. Anyway, I have bought the eggs on eBay and we’ll see how it goes.
There was a knock at the front door this morning and a youngish man had come to ask me if I might let my field for his son to use for scrambling. On a bike, that is – I’d let young Stevo ride his motorbike around it, when he was practising for his CBT. I had to disappoint him, it was out of the question. I explained, it was just for a young friend, I only let him because it was the winter and there were no cows on the field, I overlooked the noise and the ground being somewhat cut up but it was a one-off. The son is 11 and he’s been bought the bike and the accessories, but now they can’t find anywhere for him to ride. I could only suggest he ask on one of the local Facebook pages. I think he’ll be very lucky if he can find anywhere, to be frank.
Tomorrow, we haven’t made plans yet, except to go to the pub for a drink before lunch. This seems achievable.