Today - a week after they arrived - Lethal, Fatal, Snow Leopard and Puma were allowed out for the first time. They run to see me when I go outside, because I am the Bringer Of Goodies. Well, to be perfectly honest, two of them run.... one ambles... and the fourth (Fatal, the brown one) simply flattens herself into the bushes pretending to be dead. Hermione (the cat) has decided to pretend the chooks are invisible, after doing a bizarre sideways "attack! run away!" maneuvre that considerably dented her feline pride.
Anyway. It's good to have chooks again. They are funny to watch and nothing compares to home-collected, poo-coated eggs. Love hearing them cluck softly as they seek out weeds and pests to destroy. Plus I have a great deal worked out with Catherine - she will help me feed and collect eggs. Any eggs she finds are hers to sell back at supermarket prices. Works for me!
