Wet and miserable this evening. Some came out for an hour or so, some came out and thought better of it when the drizzle turned to rain.
Coop progress zero. Veg plot too wet to do much with. Trouser bottoms soaked.
My friend came down to the allotments though and very knidly brought a bag of layers pellets with him. I stood out in the wet chatting to him while the chickens glared balefully at the low grey clouds and shook the worst of the wet off their feathers.
Matilda didn't mess about, ate and went straight into the new coop followed by two or three others. She seems to have decided that the new coop is her space.
Henry treid to mate with one of the particualry wet Ex Battery hens, slid off and dumped his arse in the mud. The band aid on my cut finger got assaulted by a couple of hens during feeding. I dread to think what they think it is wrapped around my finger but whatever they thought they seemed determined to kill it.
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