Touch of Iroquois Summer

Angie out riding while I did an egg delivery in the village and then to take Flash for his morning constitutional. Purely by chance the others turned up just as we had parked and that gave me the Bliportunity. Angie didn't want me to post it as she had quickly used a different bridle which hadn't seen action since the flies were still about - hence the tassels. She wanted to make sure she had a somewhat "sharper" mouth bit should Sultan play up again. As it was, he didn't and all went well.

Despite now having more chickens, we can't keep up with demand. Seems to me that the prices, at least in normal supermarkets, for free range eggs have improved and are often touching 40 cents (Euro) an egg. We get 30 cents for some of the exports to Munich but 25 cents in the village. With production running at about 10 eggs a day, we could just see a break-even situation. However in this modern day globalised world, I need a broker on the Chicago Mercantile Exchange, the commodities exchange founded in 1898 as the Chicago Butter and Egg Board. And a permanent lobbyist in Brussels to take care of my interests in the now agreed CETA deal to fight off being forced to feed the girls gene manipulated Canadian wheat treated with RoundUp which we can't any longer blame the Yanks for as a German company has bought Monsanto. Why can't we go back to The Good Life.

Spent the rest of the day trying to tidy up in the garden. The chickens accompanied me all the time - as soon as the leaves and dead plants were cleared from he beds, they went in with sharpened claws to get at the bugs and worms which had been enjoying the warmth on the earth's surface.