Never sit behind a digging chicken

A momentous weekend - Saturday was our first three-egg day, which is great because it means all three chickens have settled down and are growing up. Yesterday I introduced them to the veggie patch, and they had a fine time. Sybil immediately excavated herself a little hollow and began a most energetic "dust" bath. Milly soon joined in, and dug her own hollow. Here she is looking a little grimy after her mudbath.

Meanwhile, Dilly stood as close as she could to the trowel while I weeded, and as soon as anything interesting appeared, she grabbed it.

This is a typical Dilly position - head down, looking for stuff she's just dug up. She is a champion digger - one flick of the foot, and soil flies everywhere at high velocity, which means if I'm weeding, I need to keep an eye on her so I'm not directly in the line of fire.

And here's Sybil, on the march, also looking a bit grubby. She's very inquisitive, and follows me closely wherever I go. She hasn't mastered the hop up the step into the kitchen yet, but I have a feeling it won't be long.

I made pasta yesterday with some of the eggs (hard on the wrists, but yummy to eat), and today I traded some of the spares for sloes - so, we should have a nice drop of sloe gin to look forward to at Christmas.