Sounds that have been almost forgotten over the winter....long unheard cries and *begurks*....
Our babies are evidently splendid in their feathery dress but certainly babies no more.
And they are really no longer the new girls either.
They have spent this winter in the big coop with the others... our Henrietta and Harriet.
It was touch and go at first but nothing a little night time perch shuffling by me and some days armed with cubed cheese and apple couldn't do to persuade them all to be friends.
And so with not being babies anymore and not being the new girls anymore must come, sooner or later, strange sounds from the chicken coop which can mean nothing else but eggs.....yep eggs. And their laying has prompted the old girls into laying a few too.
I have to admit that together with our excitement there were just one or two little mutters of "about time" .... you see these pure bred girls are a bit precious, especially about laying eggs when the weather is a tad cool....but for all their prettiness we surely forgive them.
And after all we still do really love eggs here...
and the fact we can expect lots more over the Spring now that Prudence and Emmeline are all grown up.