Free range

We have had a visitor over the last couple of days.  One of the chickens who live 2 doors down, and whose cock wakes us at 6am, is clearly bored with her own garden.  She has taken to ranging up and down the street, visiting the neighbours.  The official "guardians" of the chicks have retrieved her from various gardens, but are now somewhat fed up of this and say "she will just have to take her chances".

She was in our garden yesterday - we assume she went home for the night.  But when I went outside to find a blip - there she was, on our raised beds.  Fortunately, there's not much growing in these beds yet, and we certainly don't mind if she fancies the occasional snail.

I've had a WhatsApp from R to confirm that they have safely made it to the flat in Malmo - though the journey was "peppered with minor disasters".

But poor W has had a very frustrating day, trying to fit new drawer fronts and cupboard doors in the kitchen.