Like Musical Notes on a stave, the three bantam cockerels spend some of their morning perched happily on the field gate watching the world as it goes by.
I photographed them after I heard one of the village schoolchildren laughing at them as he passed with his mother.
" Are they budgies ?" He asked
I didn't hear her reply for I was busy washing the cream painted beams in the living room, which over the years have become peppered with soot and smoke from the log burner.
I am preparing the living room for repainting and it's a thankless dirty job
Yesterday I swept the chimney ( a job I quite enjoy) then took down the wall paintings and the grimy Gaudy Welsh Jugs from their display shelf to clean.
It's amazing just how much soot and dust dampens a room and has the ability to suck the life colour from it.
Today I will wash the walls as well as the ceiling. Then our Laura Ashley green curtains with the sweet cornflower pattern will be washed for the first time in a decade
Oh and I have just treated a new field resident for lice, which is another rather unsavoury job. It's the latest sob story, another " can you just? " request........a shy Sussex cockerel unwanted and disliked.......now has a chance to have his face in the sun for the remainder of the summer
And a colleague at work recently asked me what I did all day?