It's Sunday morning and Mr Chip is hiding under a quilt, informing me about the “Day of Rest.” Apparently he believes strongly, that it applies more to dogs, than humans. He will have great support from our dear sheep that love a slow morning in the making. When all timetables have gone to pot their morning is complete. Not that we have a very stressful life, but sheep like to sleep in. And it is Sunday... The hens, however, will be angry and stressed and the stable will look a sight, when I get there. Hens are early risers and when kept in for a few minutes extra, they rearrange the stable, decorate it freely and end their protest by turning out all the seeds from their bowls - to have a look at the bottom of the dish. "And they don't care what day it is!" thank you very much.
Mindy, Mandy, Molly and My (pronounced as the German word uber, by the way...) are still walking around looking like woolly toys and at the moment I have to brush them every day. Molly especially can turn up with all sorts, stuck to her coat. It's like an autumn collage with legs, when she arrives. The day she also sported half a Juniper branch stuck to her side, I really wished I'd had a good camera at hand. It was a mixture of woodland gobbling and Phoenix. And it took some time to separate the two.... Mindy has a coat that's so soft that she should work at a kindergarten. If anyone got sad, hugging her would help a lot. My has a funny coat of really curly wool that lets all manner of stuff in. Brushing her is like a tale of their day. I can find evidence of forest walks, nettles from the hen playground, red paint that really should have been left on the wall where it was applied and of course sawdust. One day a very lost, very angry elf will turn up from inside her coat and that will take some explaining.... Mandy does not believe in grooming. I can do some quick brushing of her head, under her chin and maybe remove some nettle leafs from her coat, but that's it. So she walks around looking like someone that the Salvation Army should take on, whereas the rest of our fluffy group could be sold at Toys'r Us.
The sun is up, the day is clear and we will now start the day. Mr. Chip has woken up so it is time for breakfast. I have drunk my own body weight in coffee, already, and it's been nice sitting in bed, writing. There might be some truth in that theory about Sunday's, but maybe not every week, as our hens would have to move house. And that would be sad... The clocks went back so happy winter time everyone from all of us and Happy Halloween from Lisbet and friends.
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