A duvet day......yeah right?

I can't think when I last "enjoyed" a proper duvet day, not that I am complaining but today as my cold has hit home (like Hurricane Katrina), I could kill for a day of doing bugger all as I do feel like shit..When I am ill, I need to be left alone to get over it, I can't abide fuss in any form, so this morning I was desperately hiding under the duvet as Chris tried to be overly chatty when getting ready for work. I swear I could literally kill anyone when I am like this

But the dogs needed a proper walk and the coops and bird shed have all needed a clean and re stocking with wood shavings so in the heavy rain (with my new plastic pants on- a pressie from Janet) I got all the jobs done.

Boris and Grace looked rather wet and glum in their small enclosure, so I thought I would chance my arm and let them out into the Buffs' bigger enclosure for the first time.

Out Boris stalked, and very slowly he ambled over to the buff coop to have a look, to my surprise (and certainly to the surprise of the sheltering hens) he walked straight in.There was no fighting or bickering (I think the buffs were just too shocked by his sudden appearance to react properly), and seconds later, after a brief and somber exploration, he marched out again followed by the 5 indignant buffs in pursuit.

Strangely it was Grace that had the first "spat", as Clover tried to assert himself with the turkeys,, but the fight (if you can call it that) was over in a matter of seconds as she literally flattened the poor cockerel with huge umbrella like feet..

Clover and the turkeys

p.s. Thank the lord for Lemsip