paper boats and chooks

Nanny visits and shows everyone how to make paper boats, much racing forthwith and many many tens of boats are made and sailed.









The newest chooks are sometimes out to roam and sometimes in their big pen, it all depends on whether I am feeling fox-anxious and whether or not I am in or outside..... today they were out and glorying in fresher grass, worms and unfortunately for me, the ill timed sowing of grass seed to cover up areas of high use by the boys. I never for one moment envisioned one sowing to be enough anyway though so I don't mind.







The boss man cockerel is quite a wimp really and scares easily by a blowing sheet on the line. His crowing makes everyone laugh (affectionately, not maliciously) as it's decidedly both boyish and feminine rather than manly. Here's hoping it's due to his immaturity rather than odd voice box as years of giggling at him may make him lurch at us with his deathly spurs.



Fairy Girl and her Nanny spread more treasure hunt clues.



Are we the only ones with a constant pile of wellies by the front door? Certainly they put a halt to any aspirations of gracious living as we stumble-trip through the threshold and gusts of April wind send dried mud into powdered dust to decorate the hall. Hey ho, though, a small price to pay for the pleasures of mud and stream.



Nettles for my juice and pea shoots and chives for Isaac, he asked for a salad at lunch and I refused to make him one (I know I know... I was tired, what can I say?) so I made up for it at dinner time.