I also finished uncovering my overgrown steps and making a virtue out of a necessity with a missing slab by refilling the space with thyme and gravel:
Of course it now has chicken wire over it but it looks pretty good. Talking of hens, I think Mary might be going broody. She was standing by the duck pen glowering at John and Jean with her head down, shoulders forward and all her feathers on end looking like an angry porcupine. She's been making strange distracted clucky noises too a bit like Maud (although hers is because she's in constant fear and dread of Henry appearing from behind a hedge) so hmm...perhaps. It's been a while since I've had a broody hen so I might sit her on a couple of eggs if she does.
I've managed to affix the run and with some judiciously placed bits of wood and bricks I'm hoping they won't get out. Unfortunately though it does mean you can't see the beautiful hutch with its painted doors but it is a work of art thanks to Mum, and Dad redid the roof. I'm hoping to get round to painting the duck run in the same forget-me-not blue.
|Maud with an appropriately-named bottle.|