The Blackies who were supposed to have eggs which fed us, scurried their supplies away and had babies instead so now I have to feed them. I love it when a plan doesn't come together. She is doing remarkably well for a first time hatcher and had 13 chicks, sadly only 11 left now. Aren't they tiny.
So we are entering a chaotic period where all I do is eat, sleep and worry about whether I have made enough Cumberland sausages. It is the first Christmas Market this Sunday for us in Brossac and the weather is looking dry, though not sunny for Sunday, fingers crossed for a good one. Patrick has offered to come home again this weekend and help out it might be a good opportunity for him to see if he can cook a roast dinner as he had mentioned last weekend that maybe it was time to learn. If he does you can have pictures next week.
To the left, catching you up on stuff that happened during the summer, is our silage pit, or pile to be precise that I keep forgetting to show you. It will be keeping our girls and boys happy through the winter. Apparently it is fast approaching. We can tell from the dark mornings and evenings but not from the temperature, I don't think. Both of our fires are lit to stop the house feeling damp but an on/off switch would be handy. I thought we were going to melt the other morning and had to open the door to cool the house at six in the morning. To be honest it was pretty warm outside too.
See you at a market somewhere