The chickens, now aged 6 weeks, are on the field at last. Hurrah. This is A Good Thing. The garage has been restored to garage-dom but not car storage and I must look at a dusty Audi outside the kitchen window for a bit longer. Quite a lot longer I suspect and this is Not A Good Thing.
Elsewhere in my poultry empire the dreaded red mites have come back to bite me and once again I am taking remedial action. Today I've cleared and blow-torched one house and tomorrow will apply some foul and lethal chemical to all surfaces, cracks and crevices. The prospect of doing this to the other two houses does not thrill - neither does the thought of catching and treating 22 uncooperative birds.
The mere thought is too itchy scratchy for words - having showered and put on clean clothes I'm switching off hen thoughts and thinking 'big glass of chilled white wine' instead. Cheers.