We are not struck. We are definately not struck at all. We walk gingerly along the paths that Dad has dug for us to get from point A to point B, not daring to veer onto the icy white stuff that freezes our toes. The barn has become a place of sanctity and we are joined by all manner of wildlife seeking refuge (and food).
Harvey and Honey seem to like following the tracks and they play and leap about. Very strange. Lois sits regally on a bed of hay in the middle of her field, her body warm, but her normally white coat overpowered by the brightness of the snow. Here and there are holes dug and blades of grass and leaves exposed. The blackbirds and the robins are especially busy. Back in the yard we welcomed the sunshine this morning even though it wasn't particularly warm. Harry the Peacock ventured down from the Big Oak and sat on the fence preening himself, his tail growing more and more lustrous. The sheeps' wool hanging on the barbed wire fence (doubtless waiting to provide nesting material in a week or two) was drying out again and sparkling in the snowy sunshine. Before Sylvia and the girls think about babies it will definately have to warm up a bit. But it is nearly Valentine's Day and spring is just around the corner. We hope! Love Gordon xxx
Hello! My name is Gordon and I am a Gold Sebright and my best friend is Sylvia. She is a Silver Sebright. We live with our foster parents on a small farm in the country. We thought that we would put our take on life and what we get up to through the year into a diary for you. All the characters are real and the events are a true record, interpreted with a modicum of poetic licence. We hope you enjoy it. Love Gordon and Sylvia