Viva Spring

Yesterday was the vernal equinox, the official start of Spring. Yippie!

Eggs traditionally play a big part in celebrating the vernal equinox. They were often eaten, painted or given as presents. As I’m in the process of recovering from gastroenteritis (happy days) I gave the eating part a miss, but I was very thankful firstly for the arrival of a busy season for the garden and also for the two eggs the girls laid.

On the subject of eggs i'm still none the wiser as to the second layers secret identity. I've formulated a new theory that these eggs could be the result of not one, but two girls efforts. Why? Well, we’ve had a mystery egg for eight straight days now. Chickens take 25.5 hours to make an egg, meaning if it was a single girl she should have had a day off by now (Margot's record is six consecutive days). The plot thickens...

Finally, we appear to have a truce in the hen/cat war as today’s picture demonstrates. Eli’s doing his best to pull off a nonchalant stance, I’m sure he’s secretly terrified. Long may the casual indifference continue.

Right, off to take advantage of the weather and plant some seeds.

P.S – you may have noticed that in today’s Observer there’s is a guide to pets in which some women promoting her soon-to be-published book on chicken-keeping reiterates the nonsense that hens are as easy to keep as goldfish. For the last time people, NO THEY ARE NOT.