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. . . Easter Sunday and I just popped in to say

happy easter

Happy Easter to you!

Enjoy your day, whether it involves chickens, bunnnies or just lots of chocolate!

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have heard talk of us building a run for the chickens.   An enclosure.   A Henclosure, in fact.

the henclosure

The hen poo on the back door step got rather too much for Britain’s Tidiest Man.  I know, I know  - it’s unfortunate we share a home, what with me training for the title of Britain’s Untidiest Woman.  We agree on most topics, but not on the tidiness front. 

We didn’t agree much on this sign he attached to the chicken run, either . . .

warning - any chicken or rabbit caught trying to escape this compound will be shot and eaten.

although it made me secretly chuckle (shhh . . . don’t tell him).   I didn’t hear the chickens or the rabbit laughing though

Anyway, the run is built and the chickens and rabbit are getting to know one another.

keep those nasty beaks away from me!

They weren’t too sure of each other at first – the chickens are too pecky and inquisitive for the rabbit and the rabbit is too quick for the chickens.  I think they’re all getting used to the idea of a shared garden though! 

I decided the chickens could eat at the table, as in all polite households.

eating at the table

They still managed to knock over their food

climbing on the table

and even climbed on the table.  So much for manners.

Anyway, the Henclosure is complete.  They seem happy enough, if occasionally slightly bemused at not being able to find the exit. 

so which way is out?

 I really want to set them free but I fear there would be some very disappointed comments about dirty door steps. 

Not to mention that trained and hungry sniper on the corner watching for escapees.