The Holly and the... erm... Broad Beans

Holly, our young Speckledy, who produces small, occasional double-yolkers. She also comes when you call her name - not as daft as you mighgt think chickens. Sometimes. About the only thing I took a picture of today. Work is still.... Well let's just say this period of intenseness looks like settling in like an unwelcome houseguest who doesn't get the gist when you start sprinkling cornflakes in his bed and shaving his eyebrows as he sleeps and daubing "Sod off back to your own hovel" on the wall in goat's blood.

After tweeting last night, and taking a break from getting my website knocked into shape, I played at being Tony Hart. A 6 and a half minute sketch condensed into 26 seconds of stop-motion. I need to find a source image to do something else like this, filling a page, starting in a top corner.

Today's video involved jumping chooks.