Confirmation that Chickens are None Too Bright.

I spoil my chickens. I think they're lovely :-) They have wonderful characters and are really, REALLY funny. So I tend to give them the occasional little treat, which means that when they hear the conservatory door unlocking, they go BANANAS! They run all over the place, jump up and down and Bogwinkle (the most vocal) starts making "Baaawwwwwkkk!" noises whilst flapping her wings. It's nice to be appreciated, particularly when this joy can be solicited by delivering some stale rice krispies or cold cooked pasta.

They've sampled a wide range of different vegetables and fruit, and have their favourites. Old mooshy banana is their favourite, but they really like broccoli too. So, when I discovered that the broccoli I had bought for our tea had started to get a little... well... fuzzy, I thought I'd pass it on to those well known arbiters of good taste - the chooks.

I read in a book somewhere that if you hang up bunches of herbs, it allows the chickens to practise their upright pecking skills, and makes life a little more interesting for them. So I thought I'd try hanging the head of broccoli - they never eat the stalks anyway, so why not give them some athletic pecking practice?

Great idea, apart from the fact that they are all now deathly scared of The Great Hanging Broccoli In The Sky. They are all clustered up one end of the pen, possibly having the following conversation:

Bogwinkle: Aaaaiiiieeee!!! What IS it?
Spartacus-carrot: It looks like broccoli, but it's IN THE SKY!!!
Pot-girl: It wants to kill us with it's green florets and slightly fluffy grey patches!
Spartacus-Agadore: Oooooh! The Broccoli! I have been chosen!!!!

Dappy birds.

I do love them :-)

Car finally gone.

So, we've finally passed the MPV onto Chris (fully mended and working).

Feeling more and more creative these days, and wondering how I've managed it. Felt driven into writing an Amy Winehouse filk the other day, despite the fact that I'm fairly sure that very few filkers will recognise the original. And it isn't funny. Tim encouraged me, but I'm fairly sure that's because he secretly wants to be one of her completely mad backing dancers!

Planning a weekend of creativity this Saturday and Sunday with Tim as it's our last weekend alone together before a truly mad couple of months. I'm looking forwards to it a lot as we both seem to be in the zone.

Yay!