They couldn't help themselves,
as soon as the straw started unfurling as it was pushed to where it was supposed to go they were on it. As in in the manner of all chickens everywhere,
they could not resist getting involved with things they shouldn't get involved with.
And the dogs didn't help.
It was the mice, that is what was revving the dogs up,
who were encouraged to be more revved up by the chicks I spoke about in yesterday's blog,
who were hot footing after the mice,
with the dogs hot footing after them.
No one got damaged though, apart from several mice, who are now being digested.
The Pyrenees mountains sending us up some rain clouds.
Wish it had properly rained, or not. This 'might or might not' type of weather is frustrating. Do one thing or the other, but not tease us.
And the nest up in the tree on the right hand side of the photo...
that belongs to the perishing magpies.
We know they are back in situ because we are starting to find half eaten eggs here and there,
our eggs, not theirs.
Lester has a gun license.
He also has a gun.
I am not saying any more.
He probably won't, but it is nice to think that he can.
It's past midnight,
so I must away to my bed.
Bye for now,