And then there was 16.

I love this photo of the village taken from the Gop. The weather today is glorious and even with two hours sleep after nights, the view from the top is always worth the effort. Yesterday Chris and I went to the Poultry farm near Frodsham and bought another three Black rock hens. We are now officially at max numbers as the two hen houses cannot house any more birds. The three new hens look rather like teens at a new school and all are being bullied terribly by the others, well until the pecking order, re-jiggles itself. The new chucks are handsome darker version of Raquel Welsh, and have been named Glen Close (pic) and the weather girls. Here's hoping they all settle down together.

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