Good Morning Birmingham!

After a warm still night we were awoken at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am - someone must have written in a book somewhere that we like to get up early?  It's just not true - we would have been more than happy to have another hour or two of shuteye - don't believe everything you read Jane.

Oh, I'm Snowdrop by the way:

...and here, I'm showing you just how a satisfied chicken sits - full of layer pellets, garlic water and lovely yellow corn - yummy!

Anyway, once the daylight filtered in this morning just after 6:20 once Jane had filled the drinker and feeder and turned over the bark for us, I was the one to start the trail down the ramp (in fact I was the only once who made my way up here on my ownsome last night) and now we are all eating, drinking and being merry.

There seems to be this thing called "pecking order" where Cuckoo thinks that she is the ruler of the roost but little does she know that it is me who actually has the job.  Jenna suggested that Bluebell the Bluebelle might be the boss as she is the larger of us all, but all I can cluck is "wrong" - it's me!

I will keep my beady eyes on them all and let them sort themselves out and then stake my claim on the leadership job.  Unfortunately Bluebell is actually the quietest of the team, despite her size.  We all reckoned that she would stand her ground but it just looks like she wants us all to pretend that she is not there so I'll try and make sure we all do just that.

Right, time for a drink now - I am so thirsty, but the others don't seem to be?  Mind you, I reckon I am a little bit older than them and might start to lay eggs before them... we'll have to see.

Uh-oh, Bluebell seems to have gone back up the ramp - not sure that she has eaten much or had any water this morning - she seems a little down.  Hopefully she will perk up later.