"Il pleut! Il pleut!" she gasped breathlessly. We weren't nearly so enthusiastic and loitered in the barn doorway for our banana and bread. Slugs appeared as if by magic on the top of the grass and the branches of the trees bent low under the weight of the water on their summer leaves. I think we will stay inside today - or at least whilst it is pleuting.
Me and some friends keeping dry in the barn We woke up to a wet and rainy day - the first time for weeks. Alice came out of her box at a hundred miles an hour and Harvest, still on a high from Pour Moi winning the Epsom Derby, followed at quite a pace - considering she is very, very old. "Il pleut! Il pleut!" she gasped breathlessly. We weren't nearly so enthusiastic and loitered in the barn doorway for our banana and bread. Slugs appeared as if by magic on the top of the grass and the branches of the trees bent low under the weight of the water on their summer leaves. I think we will stay inside today - or at least whilst it is pleuting. A few of the chicks went exploring in the cottage yesterday afternoon. They had great fun playing under the ironing board and were very tired when they went back to their house after such an exciting time.
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About UsHello! 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 Archives
December 2018
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