We are not amused!

This is spokes-hen for the flock, Little Red Hen.

She's the first to escape from the garden into the neighbours garden.
First to chase the dogs away if there's food around.
First to sneak into the kitchen to mooch and admire herself in the glass oven door.


The chickens are miserable with all this rain. They have been doing their best to shelter under the bushes, but they still look very sorry for themselves. They are drookit.

Happy Mid-Summer's Day!