Henz!

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We have two new hens. Looby Loo has named the red one Redly and the Bluebelle, Tinkle.

They travelled up from Dorset remarkably calmly, took to the run, weren't too bothered by the white hen wandering round the garden beyond SHOUTING HER HEAD OFF.

Miss Daisy wasn't as happy. The situation wasn't helped by the thunderstorm and torrential rain. (I wasn't much pleased by it: the first shower landed on myhead and bare shoulders whilst I was cleaning out the Eglu and putting new bark chippings in the run. Checking up on the fowl has meant tramping up and down the garden several times since--with an umbrella.)

At 8.00 pm with the sky looking thunderous, I had to decide what to do with Miss Daisy who was hanging round near the run evidently wondering about bed. I took the risk of popping her in with the new ones and leaving them to it. Half an hour later, Miss Daisy was marching up and down one side of the run (think maddened caged tiger here) CROWING FIT TO BURST and the new hens were watching her quite calmly. I scattered a trail of corn into the Eglu and got Miss Daisy to shut up long enough to eat some from my hand. Tinkle forgot herself and followed suit. Redly ate some from the ground beside mt hand. Miss Daisy stomped off SCREAMING INSULTS AT THE HEAVENS.

I left them to it. There was further EFFING AND BLINDING. Then silence. As of 10.10 pm, unless they've been abducted by aliens, all three are tucked up in bed together.

Success.