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A day of Bramble bashing beside the chicken run. The brambles were encroaching on the run, poking their vicious fingers through the wire netting and they always seemed to catch me whenever I went in the run. I'm trying to dig up the bramble roots but some of them must be as old as Spec, huge gnarly roots that spread everywhere.
Bessie sat on the old bench and watched. Every time she moved there was an ominous creaking noise until, finally, two of the planks in the seat gave way!! Glad it was Bess sitting there, not me.
Meanwhile, Ted decided that the perennial kale needed the bottom leaves removed. It would have been the top leaves too if I hadn't spotted him. To his credit, he picks the leaves to eat, not just to annoy me.
Another lovely sunshiny day - I could get used to this.
Bessie sat on the old bench and watched. Every time she moved there was an ominous creaking noise until, finally, two of the planks in the seat gave way!! Glad it was Bess sitting there, not me.
Meanwhile, Ted decided that the perennial kale needed the bottom leaves removed. It would have been the top leaves too if I hadn't spotted him. To his credit, he picks the leaves to eat, not just to annoy me.
Another lovely sunshiny day - I could get used to this.
The Moneyless Chicken says:-
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.
Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.