Have been waiting for a windless day to photograph the new seating area for you. In the meantime handyman Martin and I have been planning the chicken run with foxes in mind. Neighbour, Eleanor has spotted one walking around her garden, and there are reports of others nearby. Hopefully, these are nocturnal country foxes with a healthy dislike of people, not urbanized vermin fed on rubbish and cavorting in gardens at any time of the day or night.
Have been waiting for a windless day to photograph the new seating area for you. In the meantime handyman Martin and I have been planning the chicken run with foxes in mind. Neighbour, Eleanor has spotted one walking around her garden, and there are reports of others nearby. Hopefully, these are nocturnal country foxes with a healthy dislike of people, not urbanized vermin fed on rubbish and cavorting in gardens at any time of the day or night.
We’ll be building a hefty run around the house and maybe investing in a steel framed poultry run from www.gardenlife.biz for the bottom of the garden for days I’m not about, but gone are the carefree Troston days, when for 30 years I never saw or heard a fox, dead or alive, thanks to the local gamekeepers. I suppose I’m now living in the real world that confronts most henkeepers, and dread the constant worries about my new flock’s wellbeing.
On a cheerier front – lots of visitors, and also the first of our personal henkeeping courses here for 2 or three students. Felt a bit of a fraud with no hens as yet, but they will come once their security is sorted.