Unhappy and Happy Hens

My girls are unhappy. You can tell really, just look at that pout, that stare, that evil eye.
Would you want that looking at you when you innocently reached in to snatch the freshly layed eggs?
They are pissed off. The rain has made their run a mud slide and they are filthy and muddy and very unhappy.


Their eggs are muddy, my boots are muddy from visiting them and their hutch is muddy.
It is a no win situation all around except I am still getting eggs, just really dirty ones.




I'm not too unhappy these days though, I'm just ticking along doing the everyday things happily enough. The Christmas business is pretty much full time now with stock arriving and setting up and decorating the trees up in Suffolk. The internet is busy with orders and the office has had a good clean to make ready for the rush. The Christmas trees have been tenderly pruned and weeded and I'll start thinking about making wreaths soon. I have to get the creative juices flowing and come up with some new ideas for this year. I completely ignore the toot in the shops and supermarkets for now as I look on what I do as just a business for a particular time of year. Otherwise I would be sick of Christmas by next week!