Question: Where does a chicken keep its brains?

Answer: In her feathers!

How do I know this? Because my lovely 3 girls have started to moult and the quantity of feathers lost directly relates to the ability to remember how to do regular everyday tasks.

Now the delightful Gladys, Vera and Betty have never been top of the leaderboard when it comes to brains.  They've never managed to complete the Daily Telegraph cryptic crossword (or any crossword really come to think of it, no thumbs you see, makes it difficult to hold the pen) but just their regular job of walking in and out of the enclosure to go to bed or to get food and water is all that is asked of them.  I don't even expect any eggs now the feathers are coming out.

However, even the simplest thing eludes them this week.  Corn didn't even work.  Betty, ususally the first to come running when she hears the corn in jam jar shake couldn't figure out what she was to do and in what direction to go when I was clearly asking her to go and eat corn in the usual place! 

So in conclusion, the brains must be in the feathers which are now strewn across the garden.  Vera has no tail feathers and Gladys looks so shabby, bless her.

Not sure what tactics to employ at tea time tonight, who would have thought that rounding up just 3 birds in one garden could be so difficult!  George Doggins and the cat sadly are no help whatsoever as they just come running to me as if to say 'I know what you want, look I'll go and show them!' which only succeeds in scattering the feathered ones even further across the garden.

No doubt the neighbours will soon be enlisted to help form a pincer movement towards the hen house!

Hope you are all ok, have a lovely weekend

Sarah x