Listening to: The Blower's Daughter (Damien Rice)
Eating: a sneaky Hobnob before tea/dinner/supper
News from death row. . . the girls have earned a reprieve. It may be only one egg, but it's a move in the right direction and enough for the Governor (that'll be me) to hand out a stay of execution.
I've just staggered indoors after shutting the hens in for the night (not really necessary as there are no foxes and the feral cats steer clear of Spike and Owen), but I was delighted and even thrilled to find an egg lying in the straw.
I had pretty much made up my mind that the four surviving hens would have to move from hen house to stock pot before Christmas as the absence of eggs was getting a bit ridiculous.
I wanted to save the final decision for after the return on Sunday of Mrs Trainee Pig Farmer. Sal is an out-and-out townie and can be a little sentimental (can't we all?), so I reckoned it would be wrong to go ahead and wring their necks without going through the full consultation process.
As it is, their case has been put under review, pending the arrival of enough eggs to make a pig-farmer-sized omelette. Got to go, Amnesty are on the phone.