More chicken dramas last night, the damned things escaped right out of the house and over the road. Half the kids in the street and some of the adults got involved in rounding them back up again. Ed arrived home the precise second I was closing the gate having finally got them both back. Typical.
I read somewhere that 90% of the business of smallholding is purely about livestock penning. That could be right.
Anyway we've nailed more chicken wire around the place we think they may have got out. The place is starting to look like Colditz.