And we made our first half dozen!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Forgive the Harry Met Sally moment, but we now are the proud possessors of 6 eggs! Just look at them!


Tomorrow we're having poached eggs on toast!

The three ladies are all well and clucky. They make the most unusual noises if you get too close - plucking and grumbling - but we let them out for the first time, near to dusk, to ensure they would head back in without our having to chase them. Apparently, hens always go into their roost when it gets dark; a handy fact that!


They were wary of coming out, and then RazorBeak went for it. She popped up to see me in the cabin, looked at the hammock with her head tilted off to one side, and then headed back to the run! Unfortunately, she went slightly wrong, and ended up at the side instead of at the door. So she and Madame Jigglypuff ended up having a natter through the mesh, and she was getting quite upset.

I ended up having to pick her up and put her back in. Another first: I'd never picked up a hen before. We were both nervous and I think we were each relieved when it was over. She feels quite muscled and she was straining to flap, but I picked her up as per BHWT info and it was all fine.

Madame Jigglypuff poked her head out of the door, but declined to exit. She was pleased to see RazorBeak back safely.

Betty stayed in the coop and refused to even come into the run.

Better luck tomorrow, ladies!