I think I'm getting too sentimental with my chooks. Today a lady came to visit that was desperate for a coronation Sussex pullet, to replace the one she' d hatched from my eggs. It was taken by a quoll. I sold her the one little pullet that I had from my first hatch. She was ever so pleased. But King George is not so happy. He didn't go back to his girls tonight, instead he is sleeping on the bench just outside the front door. He has never done this before . I'll go out and put him to bed.