
Somehow William had broken into the crate and had scattered the chicks. Luckily their numbers had confused him a little and as he grabbed one of the whites the others made a break for it amongst the plantpots by the back door. As fate would have it, located behind the pots is a drain which leads through the wall into the lane and like ferrets up a drainpipe most of the chicks burst through it to safety.
Luckily the white chick which William has grabbed, put up a loud and spirited defence, and by sheer lung power kept William at bay until I could arrive and give the terrier a swift kick up the rear end.
It took ages to round up the chicks, apart from a slightly battered and very wet white, all of the others looked a little shocked but unhurt. I made sure the shed was locked and bolted all day.
William has sulked all day.

Off to Hazel's this evening for a gossip, glass of wine and a birthday bitch!
I commiserate with William. COme on over to our blog and see what the folks took away from me the other day.
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Nice flowers. Mommy will eventually post a few on her blog. Not near as large a garden as you have. Hers is tiny, tiny. AireKisses, Baby Rocket Dog
John, I'll be sending you out a package next week. I hope the address you had on your email is correct.If not, let me know. Have a wonderful Birthday! Don't drink too much vino! x-Cassie