Here is my latest group of bottle fed lambs. They live in the garden during the day and in the trailer at night and mob you for milk whenever you go in or out of the house, which as you can imagine is quite a few times a day. They always turn into a contentious issue at this time of year as they arrive just as I am thinking about being able to sit in the garden when all they want to do is nibble your legs and jump on you with their sharp scratchy feet, which is ok when you are wearing overalls but not so great when shorts are the required form of dress. Now I think about it looking at the weather predictions for the next 10 days this actually won't be a problem.
You may think this is a lot of effort to go to for one egg a day but our chickens are truly free range and only eat what they find in the fields next to the house. (I have some awful suspicions that I actually don't want to know what they eat out in the fields, as I am sure some, no most of it is highly unsavory.) Anyhow their eggs actually taste of something and are worth a little effort.
Someone once said to me that coming to our house was a bit like driving into the set of The Darling Buds of May, which would make me Ma Larkin'! Great another excuse to eat that last piece of chocolate cake, yum, though it is probably a bit more like Old MacDonalds place to be honest.
See you soon