The demolition team
Colour is draining from our garden at an alarming pace, with the help of autumn and our freedom fighting hens.
Since our new batch of rescued girls arrived, the view from my kitchen window has changed rather dramatically! Not that is was ever a remarkably garden or anything remotely close, but it was a garden, nevertheless. And it had lots of flowers in pots and in the boarders. But now, although some plants have fought back against the demolition team, the colour has continued to seep away.
Although our hens have their own space with sheds full of straw and lots of hideaway places with bushes and trees etc, they always prefer to be where they shouldn’t, outside our kitchen door. And despite putting up gates, they will still find a way of getting to us!
‘I like to be able to see them,’ said my kind and unassuming husband, as he knelt down to stroke one of their glossy red heads and I had to agree but I do miss the flowers. So earlier today I locked the gate and put an extra piece on top to see if it would stop them.
Later, after a hard day on the ward, I opened the garden gate and strolled up the path and stopped by the pond. It was quiet. Too quiet! The three old cats were fast asleep on the summerhouse porch and birds sang in the overgrown hedges, but something was missing. Something wasn’t right.
I strolled around to the other side of the garden, stopping to look at the fruit still hanging from the trees. There were bright red apples and the greenest of pears and flowers still lolled from the baskets on the wall. Nuts still clung to the trees and I wondered at the sight of it all. But something was missing. Something just wasn’t right!
I peeped over the gate and not a hen in sight. My heart began to race and panic threatened. The foxing hour was always a threat! I called softly to the girls and was so relieved to find them dust bathing in an old greenhouse. They soon spotted me and raced like road runners around my ankles. I sighed with relief!
‘I thought you were locking them around the other side of the garden,’ said my kind and unassuming husband as he came into the kitchen not so long ago.
‘They bring life to our garden,’ I smiled, ‘they are all the colour I need!’