"The Boyfriend" has been here over the week-end and sometimes he lets us out in the mornings. "Hellooooo" he says, as he counts us down the ramp. "Cooooo, cooooo" we say in return and then dig into the layer pellets that mysteriously appear for us overnight and guzzle the garlic water that seems to come with it.
Now we don't know whether we are supposed to call him "Dad" or not, so are waiting to see if Mom gives us any instructions in that area - we like to try and do everything she tells us or we may find that the grapes and wiggly worms stop coming in our direction and we don't want that!
I'm "Ginger" and wonder if I was named after "Ginger" from Chicken Run, the film that Mom and The Boyfriend watched last Thursday night? She should have called me "Bunty" then she might have had more neggs from us but, as we currently stand, there have been 11 neggs, all white, all laid by Snowdrop and ranging from 38 to 48 grams.
We are learning new words every day and so far, whilst our favourite word is "grape" we also like "potato" and "rice" - "banana" is good too - today we had a whole one and had minutes of fun tearing around trying to cram as much as we could into our crops.
There are two further words that we just can't seem to grasp, they are "up" and "down". In the mornings when we are let out we come down and then we are up. If, during the day, we go up for a nap then we go up to go down but then come down again when we get up. We are like the 10,000 hens that the Grand Old Duke of York had...
..and when they were down they were up, and when they were up they were down and when they were only half way down they were neither up nor down (actually, I like being neither up nor down then no-one else can get past me!)
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Uncle Kazza is coming to stay tomorrow (so Mom says) - so we'd better get a good nights' sleep tonight and make sure to have a good old preen tomorrow morning.
Night night.
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