Bank Holiday

Chris and I don't "do" the typical British Bank Holiday. We hate getting in the car to join the throngs of people stuck on the A55, and any local theme days such as "fun in the sun" leave us cold. So I donned my scruffs and started to strim the field and Chris had breakfast in bed, then retired to his study to work.
The guinea fowl disappeared last night into the next door field and this morning only the male could be heard chattering away like a deafening machine gun. Neither bird has returned to my field to eat, and I was not surprised when neighbour Ann passed by on her horse this afternoon with news that she had seen a fox in the stable's menage this morning and nearby was a huge pile of white feathers, we all thought that the white female had copped it!.
The news of a fox around is very worrying, and this morning I have reinforced several of the hen houses with chicken wire and metal catches. A snatch attack in the daytime I think may be unlikely as I am usually around and the graveyard always seems to have someone pottering around in it, so danger time, I think may be after the girls retire to bed....
The buffs, with their gentle inquisitive natures, spend much of their time watching passing traffic and walkers from the field gate. Little Pirrie can just be seen with them, posturing like a good 'un, and many passing cars stop dead on the corner to give them a second look
As Chris relaxed with his knitting (my first jumper is almost finished!) I cleaned out the pig enclosure. Nora watched my every move with interest and nibbled my wellies as I worked. She is less shy now and seems to enjoy the company of others, even though food may not always be involved. I am seriously thinking of having piglets next year...........

Typical of the British Bank Holiday, the rain started at 4pm, so I retired to the cottage for a bath and a relax. Steve has kindly agreed to lock the birds up for me later, Chris and I are off to see Coco avant Chanel (2009) Coco before Chanel,

Above one of my young cockerels, a fine looking black rock cross, of course I am not going to cull him