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
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lovebirds
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
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Living
a feathered house guest
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