Chickendog

Flash has been around chickens all her life so she was instantly at home when she came to live with me, age 7, with my two chickens. Gertrude is the huge reddish one now a venerable 7 or 8, who was an escapee from a neighbour's run and would have been meat years ago. Her pal is two year old Bluebell. We lost the really feisty one, Ella, a Fenton Blue, with splendid green eggs following a suspected encounter with rat-poison a couple of weeks ago.

Flash would happily spend all her waking hours rounding them up and shepherding them into the kitchen - I have to ration her to ten minutes or so for the welfare of the chickens who are less than impressed by her attention.