winter blues

I've never been so excited to see eggs in our chicken pen as I was today. I got four out of the pen and another one on Sunday from Speedy's box. It wasn't Speedy who layed it but the brown hen. I'm going to trail Speedy tomorrow morning to see where she goes to, perhaps her egg stash. This photo is just over a year old. This is Beaker eating some paw paw. Seeing this photo reminds that it must be paw paw season so I'll go and get some for the babies later. Beaker received his name because of the black on his beak, that colouring is long-gone.

Beaker is starting to look better, he always looks quite mangy. But his feathers are growing. So much for my ducks being explorers, the don't even walk down to the house anymore. I'm putting it down to winter and the wind.