Nobody Here But Us Chickens

This is part of a farm shop not far  from here.  You have to order eggs in advance because they sell out every day.

Not that I eat eggs - I have related my egg mayonnaise trauma already.  

But I am fond of chickens.  

Friends in Scotland had a smallholding and I used to look after it when they went on holiday (that was another lifetime ago).  It was pretty good fun.  

Gamhain (the dog) and I got on really well.  The cats (anywhere between 3 and 8 of them) turned up for feeding every morning.  I fed the geese and the chickens & the ducks. 

I also fed the sheep. My friends were very practical and emotionally detached about their animals, the sheep were called Moussaka & Lasagne.  

I think I enjoyed their holidays more than they did.