Still, the Sun did show its face for a while this afternoon so the hens showed their reptilian roots by basking in the rays:
|Ida flops down|
|Daisy and Emily enjoy some warmth|
|Peggy joins the sunbathers while Henry adjusts his trousers|
Meanwhile, I have finished at least three quarters of my 2500 word project (including the mind-bending graphs and stats) that needs to be sent off almost the day I get back from Summer School. I also made some floral soap this morning using all sorts of dried petals and Isle of Wight Lavender essential oil that my parents kindly brought back from their recent trip. So, despite the temptation to retreat back to bed with my new Cath Kidston [sale] pjs that arrived in the post this morning I have been quite productive. I have finished Mr Buff-Orp's tail feathers and looked up how to do treble crochet stitches so I can get on with his wattle.
I did pop out and check the duckles (of course) and discovered why people say they ruin your garden! They have made a little muddy pool to dabble in, how sweet is that?
|More potholes in the lawn; Richard's going to be thrilled.|