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Well, I popped over early to the allotment to make sure all was well. It was, of course. This was the sight that greeted me:

Most of the chickens were enjoying a dust bath in the nice fresh woodchip

While a couple strolled unconcernedly about. It was as if they’d lived there ever since they left the brooder.

Just as a postscript, I mentioned in an earlier post that we’d been given some feeders and drinkers with the run. One of these was a bit large for our little flock, so we’ve passed it on to one of fellow allotment holders, Salvador, who has many more chickens than we do. He was delighted with it. But as I carried it into the allotment, it caused much amusement amongst the school run mums after one of the children asked me what it was for.

You can see why from the picture. Luckily chickens can’t read.