A home of their own

Bucky and I decided that, if we were ever to shake off our feathery followers, we had to create an alternative attraction. What on earth would turn a young chicken's head? Then we had a brainwave - one thing all birds have is a strong nesting instinct, so if we could provide them with a suitable home, perhaps they would settle into it. Bucky set to chewing up lengths of wood for me, while I made a sturdy frame. Then we nailed all the planks on to the frame and added a nice watertight roof.

Then came the moment of truth - would the chicks take to their new home? At first we weren't sure - they sort of hung around cheeping and looking a bit baffled. So in the end, Bucky crawled through the little door to show them how it worked - and of course, they all followed him. As soon as they saw the nesting shelf we'd built, their minds were made up - this was definitely the place for them.

Now all I need to do is get Bucky out of there...

It's one thing after another

Just when I thought things couldn't get any more difficult this happens! It seems that baby birds think that the first thing see after they have hatched is their mother. Guess who that is? Now we can't shake them off wherever we go - they just follow us around in an orderly line, cheeping for food. It's getting quite embarrassing - Mrs Ewe was not at all impressed at school, I can tell you!

I'm going to have to think of something - how can I persuade them that they are better off an more comfortable somewhere other than 50 centimetres behind my back?

Talk about counting your chickens!

I just could not believe the scene when I went down to my cabin this morning to check on the Easter eggs.

It seems they were not, as I had assumed, chocolate eggs at all. It must have been so warm and cozy in the straw that all the eggs have hatched out!

The cabin was absolutely stuffed with chicks. Bucky and I got bowled over as soon as we opened the door. It was cheepy pandemonium!One cheeky blighter even sat on my head.

Now we've got to try and decide what to do with these new arrivals. I just hope they will stay in the cabin for now - it's enough for me to have that little beaver baby following me around all day. Anyway, we're off to find some chicken feed to keep these hungry blighters form pecking us!

Easter's Coming

I don't know if you realised, but it's going to be Easter very soon. Actually, I can't wait because I gave up chasing cats for Lent, and the strain of resisting temptation is starting to show. Anyway, Mrs Ewe has asked me to do a very important job for her. Every year, the village holds an Easter egg hunt for all the smaller animals. They hide eggs all over the place and the babies run around with little baskets trying to find them. Of course it all has to be kept a great secret so as not to spoil the surprise. The eggs arrived to day, and Mrs Ewe has asked me to hide them away in my log cabin. Bucky came along to help - to be honest he wants to go everywhere with me - so we will just have to hope that he doesn't give the game away.

I have hidden the eggs away inside my cabin now and covered them up with a layer of straw. It will keep them out of sight, and also stop them getting to cold in this frosty weather we've been having. I'm sure they will be OK, but I'm going to come down and check on them every day, just to be sure.

It's Amazing!

Well, it certainly looks like my MP has delivered the goods this time! We went down to the park this morning for a kick around with the football, only to find that the most amazing collection of playground equipment had appeared overnight!
We rushed back to the village and told all the children and babies to come down straightaway. There's a railway engine that turns into a climbing frame, there's a lovely swing and there is also a roundabout which consists of teacups whirling around a teapot. the last one is the most popular with the babies. They queue up for a ride, and then, as soon as their turn is finished they rush around to the end of the line and jump up and down shouting "Again! Again!" at the top of their voices. It's quite tiring chasing round after them all - I had no idea you get so exhausted having fun!
I must write a thank you letter to the MP. If only I could remember what his name is...