Listening to: What Do I Get? (The Buzzcocks)
What's for tea? Irish stew
Eggs?: don't be daft
Surf: 3ft clean and full of seals
Weather: Overcast, mild
It's Monday (not that it makes a lot of difference these days) and I've just completed what has become an increasingly frequent task on the croft. . . getting the hen back in the hen run.
This has me puzzled. Fletch, Godber and the other girls aren't completely free range because we have two young male dogs who are pretty keen on chicken, the fresher the better. So they have a fenced off area and can pop in and out of the hen house through a window about two feet off the ground.
The fence is over 4ft high. well attached to the posts and with no obvious gaps. Yet one of the pullets gets out about twice a week. It's always the same one and she clearly doesn't like it. She trots up and down outside the fence, clucking the hen equivalent of "get me back in fercrissakes before the dogs eat me".
I unhook the gateway, step aside and she wanders back in, looking relieved, leaving me to work out exactly how she got out.
The wings are clipped, so getting over the fence is impossible. Maybe she's done a David Copperfield (the illusionist, not the Dickens character) and walked straight through the fence in the same way that he went through the Great Wall of China. The hen house can't be seen from outer space, but it's the only one you can see from our kitchen.
Or maybe hens have secretly developed a teleportation system and are using Westray as a testing ground.
Well, have you got any better ideas?