A rather chilly hour and a half. At least it didn't rain. I'm fairly confident that my clothing is up to the winter all bar gloves. Just can't find gloves that are warm enough and easy to get on and off. I can't do much wearing gloves and I prefer to handle the chickens with bare hands.
Anyway, I'm quite pleased with myself. I got it right. Tull is at point of lay. She's been running in front of Henry and crouching and Henry has obliged although Tull isn't givng Henry enough time to make a proper job of it. Tull crouched three times for Henry in the hour and half I was there.
Tull's comb is flushing more and less red. A couple more days and the colour difference between her comb and her sisters should be more obvious.
Henry of course has suddenly gone all manly and is strutting around crowing and digging, calling Tull for anything he finds. Sylph responds as well but Tull sort of barges past her a bit like the mums on the buses with kids in pushchairs. I've got shin bruises to prove it.
Terrible picture but this is Tull following Henry as he forages for her.
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Same again but Sylph is following alnog behind.
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Fret and Mow.
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Tull.
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Sylph.
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