July’s tale, told in photos… The very last of the peonies. We’ve lit the fire tonight, it’s so cold! A NoaNoa tiara – ‘my cown!‘ – for a little girl who’s suddenly alllll about the princesses. (similar here and here.) This tote from Emoi Emoi, saying it perfectly. Peas in the pod, which we eat together
I’m at home when I hear her alarm call. I know Matilda, my single remaining hen is safely locked in her outdoor run, having just been out to feed her that morning; but still, she continues to cry. Outside, I greet her, stroke her feathers, & realise she isn’t calling. She’s still and silent, preening
There’s a chicken in my kitchen. There’s a chicken in my kitchen quite a lot these days, to be honest; when she isn’t there she’s generally sitting on the sofa, sleeping by a radiator or, at best, pecking at the window on the front door. I’m not sure she fully understands what being a chicken’s