Granda’s Farm . . .

Following on from the whole "CockadoodledoooOOooo" malarkey, we gave the she-male a week's grace, but he was definitely a he after crowing no less than SEVEN times in the space of ten minutes on Friday morning and then trying to mount the other poor silkie, so we made arrangements to send him to Granda's Farm. Much as we would have loved to have kept him, there is no way we want to endanger the whole set-up by annoying the neighbours!

"Granda" is Ethan and Caitlin's Granda, but they talk about him so much that we almost regard the farm as a family place now! Jessica and I trundled up to the farm last night with said bird-in-a-bag, with Lorna, Ethan, and Caitlin. And a magic time we had!

Granda has chicks just newly hatched, has many types of chooks that we don't, and *gasp* he has lambs that needed fed! Who jumped to that task but our Jessica. She loved it. I loved it. I am insanely jealous of the whole set-up. AND I WANT TO LIVE THERE!

Here are the photos which are going to save you from a thousand of my words:

CHIIICCCKKKKSSSSSSSSS SQUEEEEEE

AWWWW DA WEE LAMBBB

MORE GREEDY WEE LAMBS

EEEK!!! WHAT IS SHE DOING TO THIS POOR LAMB????????

The rooster is now on his holidays. He may have a much happier time there without being shhhhed every time he tries to flaunt his masculinity. We may have to visit him lots though. Granda sells hatching-eggs and is taking delivery of more day-old chicks next week. . . . I feel a visit coming on. . .