Spring has blossomed and the weather is hot! We haven't had a drop of rain for ages and the ground is rock hard. The level on the pond is receeding daily and there are lots of unfortunate tadpoles that have been left high and dry on the banks. Kizzie and Mum celebrated Easter Sunday with wine and chocolate eggs and all of us had a lovely weekend sunbathing.
Lois and the cowslips
Lois has turned her back on even the most tasty fragment of hay in favour of the lush grass that has grown in abundance. The bright and cheerful yellows of the daffodils and primroses and cowslips have given way to the bluebells and violets that perfectly complement the new shades of green. And so many different shades of green!
The Rosecomb gang by the Water Tower
The Rosecomb gang are laying their eggs all over the place too. Under the cover of dense stinging nettles is a favourite - they are quite ingenious, if I say so myself. I have one tiny nephew who was born last week. I have named him Rod - Golden Rod. He is very cute and sharing a warm nursery with two baby Rosecombs and two baby Rumpless Game bantams.
Do move over, Truffle
Truffle and Mrs White vie for the nest in the straw bales each morning. Truffle usually wins. There are nests everywhere - we have a wren nesting in the potting shed. I watched the cock-wren building the shell of the nest - in fact he built several shell-nests and he took Mrs Jenny around to choose which she liked best. Mr Wren has several mates - and I'm not sure if Mrs Jenny knows!
Oh Happy Days
It really is a busy time. I heard the cuckoo this morning and Dad saw the swallow gang fly over the other day. The blossom on the blackthorn has faded and the green foliage is showing. Bracken shoots are rising from the dead leaves of last year and uncurling their fronds. Mum told me about a programme that she used to like called 'Happy Days' and The Fronds was in that. Strange to have a show about bracken leaves. Gordon
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