13 days to go!

Come on England! You have more fans than you realise, and some of them are getting into the spirit of the World Cup early! With only 13 days to go, it's football fever of a feathered kind!

Dance where ever you may be

Music - A Bit On The Side - www.myspace.com/asmanyaswill
May dancers - The Bitterley Chicks

Happy May Bank Holiday! Dance, where ever you may be!

BBQ Chicken!

Don't worry, this is not a recipe for one of our favourite summer activities!

Yesterday the weather was so lovely, we decided to have a BBQ. It was one of those disposable sort. The hens must have been interested in the activity (probably the smell) and came down the path from the main garden to join us on the patio.



The BBQ was resting low on some stone blocks and to my amazement one of the girls walked straight up to it and attempted to steal a sizzling hot sausage. I have heard of dogs doing this, but never chickens!

Luckily my husband came to the rescue with his work bench, just the right height to keep them at bay from nicking my burgers as well. They weren't put off though and stuck around for ages.



They had a good old nose around, even though there was little else to eat apart from our food.



I think they were hoping we may drop a few tasty morsels when I spotted them under the table.



Then they met a few garden friends before taking themselves back to the garden.



I acted quickly and shut the gate, just before I put on some corn on the cob on to cook.

I think they may have resorted to drastic measures in order to get their beaks on that!

Happy Easter

Okay big ears, where have you hidden our eggs?



You are such an interfering little Easter Bunny. Why can't you leave things alone? They must be around here somewhere?



Perhaps they are over there?



Or they could be under here? I may have to eat them to find out.



Okay, listen, I will tell you a secret, but it is one you should remember.



Sometimes, you can search for something for so long. You may go looking in places far away to try and find what you want, but then one day you find it - right under your nose. And sometimes, it turns out to be even more magical than you remembered in the first place.

Happy Easter!

20,498, plus two more love chickens - that is confirmed

I attended a book fair today which was organised by The Book Nook at Newport in Shropshire. It was a fantastic event and I met so many wonderful writers, it was a pleasure just to be there and talk to other writers.

I sold two copies of my book 'One Hundred Ways For A Chicken To Train It's Human' and felt so excited that someone had picked it up while I was there and decided to buy it. I then went and spent my earnings on two other books from fellow writers that I will be blogging about shortly.

When I got home, I found my post, and a letter stating that I had made royalties from my book.

I am not bragging about this, I just wanted to say that sometimes, you really have to wait for any reward in this mad world of writing.

It has taken me three years to this month to make royalties on my book. I do not think I will never make lots of money from it, even thought I would love it if I am honest! But thanks to my little feathered freinds who inspired me to write it in the first place, and a lot of help from fellow writer Mr Simon Whaley, I have sold 20,498 copies of my book.

I just love to think that many people love chickens!

I have heard of 'Chick Lit' but this is ridiculous

Just trying to read a book when I get a chuck who loves to read a book!

I can see right through you!

I had to share this picture of my little hens. They were fascinated by this wire egg basket for some reason. I thought this picture shows them as individual little characters, unlike the poor metal chuck in front of them.

Today I wanted to take some photos inside the coop. I sat down on the floor at their level and started to take pictures.

As I was concentrating on one hen, the other three started to walk over my legs without any fear of human contact.

It was so special. I pick them up quite a lot, but that is on my own terms, and they have no choice. They flap their wings and struggle, but today I experienced it on their terms.

It was magical to feel the warmth of such a tiny animal against me, and even better because they obviously felt no threat, or did they see right through me?

Hope not.