Please excuse the pun, in fact our thyme expired over the winter and I haven’t got round to replacing it yet. This short post is, however, about peace.

Bathing together… well, three of them anyway

Last night, for the first time, all four hens chose to sleep together in the old hen-house. The previous night Perdy had joined the oldies, but Aliss had remained resolutely alone in the palatial new house. But last night when I went out to close the doors on them at 9:30 they were all together. Aliss was sitting just inside the door and I had to tuck a few tail feathers in, but they had all chosen to remain together. So, we now seem to have a single flock once more.

I can’t help feeling that giving them plenty of space in which to interact has made life much easier than had we tried to confine them all together in a small space.

-oOo-

For those of you visiting for the first time because of the lovely nomination from Metan, they are named after Terry Pratchett’s witches:

Esme: Mistress Esmeralda Weatherwax aka Granny Weatherwax
Aliss: Black Aliss (she’s a black rock chicken, you see)
Perdy: Perdita X Dream aka Agnes Nitt
Gytha: Mrs Gytha Ogg, aka Nanny Ogg (alas no more – the chicken not the original!)

and finally Lorna… the rogue non-Pratchett chicken, named by Mr Snail-of-Happiness: he’s banned from naming any more until I run out of witches, and we’ve got to get to Anagrama before that happens