How grey it has been today - the glow of that distant fire is welcome. I shall make do with the warmth of our log-burner; sitting close by - with the dogs snoring at my feet - and finding images in flames and embers. Warmth is good.
At hen-letting-out-time this morning my mountain kingdom was swathed in a grey mist. A thin thread of cloud twisted across the dark conifers of Badnage Wood and my face (the only bit of me visible) felt a prickle of wetness. The weather was set in for the day and not inspiring.
A bit of wet doesn't bother a hen though - it's the wind that ruffles their feathers. These two look particularly bedraggled after a day in the rain. (The hen in the front is, I think, starting to moult and will look worse still before she gets her new plumage.)
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Yes, I'm looking at grey sky and yet more rain lashing against the windows. No sign of next door's hens though (they quite often appear in our garden - they seem to think we have a better choice of things to peck at!).
Poor things - wet feathers must be as unpleasant to wear as wet fur. Word verification is singularly unapt - it's natti.
Did you ever conquer the mites, by the way?
The hen in the front looks just like I've felt all week :-) A x Don't forget I still have your coat here. A x
We're sharing your weather system, except over here it's called the Pineapple Express because it comes from Polynesia. Poor hens - they could use a good blow dry!
I've often heard the expression "madder than a wet hen"---I know cats hate to be wet while dogs never seem to mind as long as they can shake the wet all over!
That hen at the front looks like I felt watching my son shooting arrows in the wind and rain this afternoon. Yes, wet weather has found its way here, too, though thankfully no real flooding yet.
Poor old hens ! They're probably thinking of emigrating .... a bit like the rest of us this week .
Your hen does a look a bit worse for wear, but then so do I do most Sunday mornings!
A bit of a grey day here - I watch my hens scurry under the trees when its wet or else lurk under the raised hen hut they always look so affronted!
There is nothing sadder than a wet hen, unless it is a hen sheltering from the rain, or a hen shut in and going to roost about half past two.
Those look quite special hens - Are they Columbians? We used to keep Norfolk Blues?
is it ever going to stop? the valley is leaden grey day after day, nothing lifts at all, least of all my spirits.
I've been meaning to ask you, have you lifted your dahlias? there's not been any frost to shrivel the leaves but they are now in a very sorry state and I want them GONE!
Yep our brown hens look just as bad! They have a riased house with a good dry dusty area underneath that never gets wet even in the worst weather . Do they use it? Do they heck!
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