My sick hen has recovered, hurrah. She spent two days, unable to walk, in the broody coop but yesterday when I went to feed her she was stood up looking quite lively. And last night she went off and roosted with the others on top of the straw. I am very pleased as hens often don’t recover.
We have just back from Cornwall – near Hayle – where we went to look at some animals. We had some classic English weather on the way down – sunshine, torrential rain, hail, very big hail etc. Quite fun really AND I got a session in a chi chi farm shop full of different sorts of Cornish cheese, local veg and lots of those lovely betroot and parsnip crisps etc. Tried to avoid the cakes as Chas keeps moaning about his waistline (34 trousers now) but ended up with a banana and walnut loaf cake and joy of joys treacle tart. Not exactly the correct fare for a diabetic like me but what the hell…major jab of insulin coming up. My weight doesn’t change any more now I am an injecting, late onset Type 1 diabetic, I am stuck at around 10 stone or less. It is good, now I am a size 10 rather than a 12 so the jeans look a lot better.