We already knew that one of the five hens had died of old age, and that one or two had gone broody. We found one broody one:
But the other one, which had apparently not been sleeping in the protection of the shed, seems to have provided dinner for Mr. Fox, so we're down to three.
The garden is looking seriously overgrown:
And there's a rather massive pile of post to deal with.
And that's about it. It all seems a bit of an anti-climax after our adventures, but it is nice to be home again.
Thanks for reading our blog.
Charlie & Barbara
P.S. several days after we got back, George, the broody hen we'd thought had been eaten, turned up unharmed and eventually her hiding place has been tracked down and she's being reintegrated into Normal hen society!