We were woken at 6.00am as youngest raced through the house following the clues that would eventually lead to a stash of Easter eggs. She was thrilled the bunny had left another lovely card; my artistic talents didn’t let me down then. She couldn’t get over the fact that the bunny had munched his way through most of the fat carrot she had lovingly left out for him beside her home made card.The hens eggs were in demand today, the local shop had completely sold out, so we had visitors looking for eggs for their children’s’ egg hunts. Luckily Charlie and Lola, the hens in our yard have been busy and the farmer returned from his morning rounds with a ‘puckle’ of eggs in his bucket.
Youngest had been quite upset yesterday as the children from the holiday cottage had managed to catch Charlie and were walking around with her nestled in their arms. She obviously had never thought of that one, and Charlie hadn’t been cuddled in such a way since she was a tiny chick last year. Much later on as I was busy in the bedroom getting ready to go out, the door flew open,
‘Look whose come to visit you mum’
Youngest arrived in the room, Charlie gently cooing away in her arms, a huge grin across her face. Luckily Charlie appears none too fussed by her adventure into the farm house. I looked out later and there she and Lola were, perched precariously on the branches of the fuchsia, roosting away.
The following day Charlie was busy holding court in the pottery showroom entertaining the visitors. The happy potter away on the mainland with his girlfriend, Charlie had flown into the role, and as the happy farmer went in to serve the visitors there was Charlie perched up on the shelf amongst the pottery clucking away to our guests….
Until next time….
6 comments:
I am sure there is a childrens book lurking there somewhere waiting to be written called 'Lola and Charlie - I love chickens -bye for now
Charlie seems to be a most accommodating sort of a hen, laying eggs on demand and willingly submitting to human embraces. I'm sure her chicks would be in great demand - you could start a new race of chickens perhaps. Does she have any undesirable habits, I wonder? Apart from raiding the seedbeds, obviously.
Lovely pictures and story again, Rosie. Peaceful and bright.
Fennie,
Charlie has become even more of a character...still going strong in 2010...she now thinks she is a sheepdog...has tried unsuccessfully to move into the farmhouse and still lays an egg a day, although she is sitting on a nest of eggs waiting for chicks to arrive just now....
Hens are odd creatures and the ones that turn into characters well they are the oddest ofr all. I am besotted by mine I fear! Glad to hear Charlie is thriving!
I love a hen with character! There has to be a story book here.
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