Signs from God

We had more tree work done last week, so now have two huge piles of wood chips. I moved a lot of one of them into the chicken run. The chickens seemed quite happy about it. Amazingly the inside of the pile was really hot. The wood was only chipped on Friday.

After a frankly brilliant Grand Prix I sorted another shed. Buying a former rectory does lead to the odd churchy find, like these signs which I think came from the flower festival. I’ll see if they want them back or I’ll repaint them for Hendstock.

Annoying this other shed has also suffered from rats, I think poison is the answer.