March is the traditional time for people with wood burning stoves to run out of fuel so Rob has been wielding his chainsaw.
Dormouse pointed out that the log pile has been a bit of simulated jungle habitat for the hens since last summer; it shades them from the sun (what sun?), shelters them from the wind and provides a look out perch. They spent yesterday evening forlornly pecking around in the
Ever resourceful the hens have discovered that sheep housing is really nice with its cosy nest sites in the hay, uneaten grain on the floor and protection from the weather.