Blowdrying chickens

Today the girls have been out and about, mostly sheltering under the bigger trees and shrubs while the rain drizzled on. Except for the silkies, of course, for whom wet feathers are a real health risk. So I've just been sitting on the floor in the lounge, blow-drying them one by one until they were safe to go to bed. Two of them absolutely loved the pampering and the warmth of it. The third one honked like an offended goose throughout the whole experience. Made me laugh like a drain.

Meanwhile, back at the incubator, seven red pekin and eight lavender pekin eggs are cooking away. Very exciting! The reds are quite rare and due to hatch on the 3rd (ish) of May. The lavenders are fairly common but extraordinarily pretty and due about four days after that.

Fingers crossed...

Chickens are just so fan-bloody-tastic. They're straightforward and functional. No politics, no moods (apart from the cockerels, but isn't that always the way?), no paperwork, no birthday lists, no crap. Apart from all the crap, obviously.

I just bloody love them.
Getting chickens was one of the best things I ever ever ever did.
Ever.