Number 100 and yet more pooh

It is my hundreth post. I don't want a party or anything special just send money.

One thing I won't miss as Cameron gets older cleaning up pooh. Now to be honest he doesn't do too badly but he is having a bad patch we think he doesn't like the cold toilet seat. (Harden up! Boy!!) I had sent him to his room for wetting himself instead of telling us he needed the toilet, I didn't check for pooh. I went to let him out of his room and there he is sitting with poohey (spelling ???) thunderpants smeared all over the floor.

No I won't miss the last of the pooh. And all Teresa could say was 'aah! he still just a baby'.

Chicken house finished

Finally, over budget, over time, over size it is complete luxury accommodation for four lucky hens is finished. It doesn't look too bad from the distance but no matter what I make, no matter how carefully I cut and measure it all goes wonky, I can't even blame the children who helped me it is down to me and lack of the DIY gene.

We were going to get some ex-battery hens so they could live out the lives in comfort but they are quite difficult to get hold of and I didn't want to confront any defensive factory egg producers. The other reason was that because we have never had hens before new healthy ones would be easier to learn with. I must confess growing up we never had pets except for some fish who always died.

The pictures are the front of the Henhouse Hilton and the big chicken inside is Emily, Cameron was also in but he has reverted to poohing himself so he was removed and put (after a quick change) into his bedroom.


We are going to get the hens on Friday.