Moving everyone south...........
...........my husband had the brainy idea to put
the hen house on a trailer, and drive the six hours south with the hens inside.
He managed to do the difficult bit and get the hen house onto the trailer,
while I was left with easy job of rounding up the chickens and putting them in.
He thought we’d be able to coax them in with a few bacon rinds, but in reality
I ended up tearing around, furiously grabbing at them, eventually catching each
one using a landing net. We didn’t stop at all on the drive down; we never did
without a hen house perched on a trailer, why would we with one? It was quite a jolly trip with plenty of cheerful waves
and honking from fellow drivers, and when we reached our new home in Rutland we
could see why. The main door to the hen house had worked its way open and the
chickens had been clinging breezily to their perches by the open door to the
motorway. Perhaps it was my job to check the door was secure too, I never found
out, but at least they were all still there.
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