The fully fledged spring weather is going down a treat at the Smallholdings.
I still consider it a miracle that the girls who this time last year were simply eggs inside an incubator on our kitchen worksurface have grown up into these fine feathered ladies and started laying themselves. Though I realise, at the same time, of course, that this is the most ordinary, everyday occurrence. Inevitably, because we've seen them from fertile eggs through to fluffy chicks and grow into the fine young ladies they are today, they're firm favourites.
I'm afraid I'm especially fond of the white one whom I've named Audrey due to her tall, slim elegance, snowy plumage dotted with black spots and general Hepburn-esque demeanour. She now seems to enjoy a stroke (I can't resist her soft feathers) and the occasional cuddle, too. As she is without both comb and wattle, you would be forgiven for wondering if she's a chicken at all, but perhaps I am stretching it a little by likening her to the 1960s film star and style icon. Love is blind.
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