I’m not sure why this blog has been silent for six weeks, but I do know that in the blogging world, that’s too long. Maybe it’s been the short winter days, some busy weekends or maybe I’ve been chicken or just plain lazy but I’m back to chronicle our garden’s ever changing moods, here on the Mount. I’ll begin by reintroducing you to our chickens – our particular Plymouth Rocks – Long John Silver, his four girls and their Isa Brown and Australorp friends.
At this time of year, our friends, the chickens, can scratch around their favourite camellias and hide amongst the hellebores.
There’s more to come as we are invited to step into each garden “room” to experience the colours of Spring.
I won’t be chicken and you’ll see me out in the garden more often.
My sister-in-law’s fantastic brown chook has done it again. This time she has managed to hatch one of our Plymouth Rock eggs.
The chick with the white stripe on its head we expect is a Plymouth Rock from daddy Long John Silver and one of his girls.
Mum and dad doing just fine!