On The Tiles

We've been trying to sort out the chicken enclosure as I had a scare thinking the fox had run off with Tallulah Tufty, our blue egg layer,  this morning. 

In fact, after circuits of the garden and field with the dogs and no sign whatsoever she sauntered casually towards me and I still do not know where she had been! Out on the tiles presumably, awol, no late pass - in fact the whole fandango!! Hours of cold outside later reams of netting and a few irritated words to boot we now have another enclosure, electrified this time: more to stop the wily foxes than anything else really. 

A young dove here watching the proceedings from the garage roof