Adding to the Flock.

Thanks for the pics Veggie.
Paul says (and he's still recovering from being beaten up) that scraggy neck bert is misnamed, his exact words were 'she's not scraggy necked, the wife looks worse than that' .. cue thump. He also loved the pictures and said he could hear them talking. He talks to chickens whenever possible.

You should indulge Paul and let him have chooks of his own - give him a chance of intelligent conversation.

(Thankfully, I'm out of your reach, JJB).

There's a wacking great thump on the way to South Wales as we speak. Do you want a rather used, second hand husband along with it? He's killing himself with laughter. No such thing as intelligent conversation in this house. Come to think of it, any sort of conversation is mostly missing too! Perhaps chooks are the answer.

You'd miss him, grunting in the garden as he digs!

PS Paul - I made up the grunting bit but I'm sure you do.

^^^ oh yes, grunting, cursing and the occasional swearing, they all come with the package of a grumpy old man. Yes I would miss him. He has to replace the cooker element when it arrives, however independent I like to think I am, that job is beyond me. So perhaps I'll despatch him to you next week. He'd love to come to your neck of the woods, he has a much loved cousin in Mumbles.

He'll need to be here before Friday or wait a couple of weeks as Wales is going into lockdown on Friday.
Much as I love the Swansea area, in my head, people in Mumbles are toothless, with sunken mouths that show their gums when they "mumble".
Maybe I should add that to words that make me laugh.

^^^ I second mumbles as a laughing word. Another one I came across yesterday is a village near Andover called Smannell. I find it difficult to get my mumbly gums around that one. New thread alert......amusing village names!

Have you ever tried to get 4 chickens to stand still and smile for the camera, all at the same time?
Here's proof that its not possible.
They're more bedraggled than normal as they've been out in the rain.

Some individual portraits to follow. 

I'm still laughing today at your comment "Have you ever tried to get 4 chickens to stand still and smile for the camera"

You wouldn't laugh if you'd tried it, Danny.
The ganged up on me this morning and scattered in all directions before I could direct them to their day run. Rattling corn and calling "Here chook,chook,chook" n a clucky way had no effect whatsoever. I gave up and had a coffee, then went to find them. They were at the furthest end of the garden, in the bit I laughingly call "the Plot" where the beans and courgettes grow.
I had to catch each chicken and carry her back to the run - then go and catch another one until all 3 were safe. Mrs Brown made her own way back as usual.
Once the last one was in, I closed the gate and gave a sigh of relief.................but not for long, Dora the Explorer, Sticky up tail Bert flew up to the top of the gate and landed on my arm. Might have to teach her to talk next!

Sounds like a lot of fun Veggie