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The Redster: Six
The Cutester: Three

Ffion and chicken

I am gutted to report that both our beloved, silly, fluffy, defenseless chickens went missing from their coop last Wednesday night, leaving only a scattering of feathers and a strong smell of fox. I am an idiot for leaving the coop open because I felt ill that evening and didn’t fancy going out in the cold to close it, having got away with it before – i think I’d convinced myself that the garden was somehow fox-proof.

We got the chickens as pets, with a sideline in eggs and good compost, last summer. They were very tame, and therefore the Cutester spent her time outside picking up first one, then the other, and carrying them round the garden in various unlikely positions. She even managed to hold them both at once, one under each arm, though this made picking her nose impractical.

Holding chicken and picking nose

I wasn’t sure how the girls would take the news, as on the same day the Cutester was devastated over the death of a snail she had never even met before. I needn’t have worried. The Redster, whose reaction was ‘*very short pause* shall we get some more then?’ passed it on to her, and after telling us a few times that she was very, very sad, she seems to have moved on.

This time we’ll get three.


The Redster: Six and a quarter
The Cutester: Three

Ffion's nursery

I always love the setting of the Cutester’s nursery, but the snow transformed it. I’m sure the pictures I took with my phone won’t do it justice. This is the other end of the field the nursery stands in. The
nursery itself looks very much like a chicken shed:

Ffion's nursery

The Redster and I (her school is shut til Monday. What’s that about?!) went to pick up the Cutester at lunchtime together and then we went beserk for half an hour running round in the snow outside the nursery before we went home.

Ffion in the snow

Post-nap we headed off to the park. I only think to buy things like snow gloves and sledges when it’s actually snowing, by which time it’s too late. There was a great slope at the park with children queuing to go down it – after one dad saw us attempting it using the blanket from the Cutester’s buggy, he took pity on us and we all had a go on his sledge.

I know it will be frozen and treacherous soon and just plain annoying, but this was the most beautiful snow I’ve ever got to play in.

Only the chickens were not convinced (have you ever seen a chicken tiptoe? I have now) and spent the day taking shelter under the trampoline.

Hen steps

But they still gave us these.

Snow eggs