Writers' Group, New Hens and Daisy

This morning saw me lying in bed far too long. My friend, who comes in on Mondays to sort out the house was already downstairs, with the woodburner going and hoovering done. I just couldn’t seem to get out from under my duvet. It was a cold night and frost was on the tops of the wall and had frozen the bird table water. Finally, I did emerge to shower and wash my hair. My fringe needs cutting – it is overlapping my glasses - and I am peering out from beneath it a bit like a Dulux sheepdog.

Just before midday the first of the Writers’ Group started to arrive. We are slightly depleted this month. One of our members sadly lost her daughter to double pneumonia two weeks ago and she is still back in Wales where the funeral was held. I feel so sorry for her. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose a child, although I now have several friends who have been through this awful experience.

We had a happy meeting, as usual, with some good pieces of work being read. We always have lunch first, which we bring to who’s ever house is being used for the meeting. Luckily, it has been at mine for January and February, so I don’t have to drive anywhere, everyone comes to me. One of the girls, who drives for about an hour to get here, had picked up some hens for me which I had bought from the village next to hers. She also brought six eggs from the seller to show me what their eggs will be like.  A friend has just set up my incubator and I am going to try to hatch these freebie eggs.  They may, of course, not be fertilised, but fingers crossed.  They are various shades of bluey/green and look very attractive. 

I clipped one wing on each hen and shut them into the hen house for the rest of the day, so they should be easier to get in tomorrow evening as they will be used to where they are supposed to be.

At the January meeting I took photographs and sent them to all members of the Group. One of the other members sent them back to me with witty captions – all good clean fun.  We all look very serious in this one and the caption she sent for it was:

"Sue quickly realizes she’s failed to make a good impression on the interview panel."

 

Daisy is spending her days looking longingly out of the window at the birds. Yesterday afternoon she went out to the other side of the pane and reached up to the window feeder. I think she finds it exciting and frustrating at the same time.

 
I think she has the look of a young polar bear up on her back feet at full stretch, not at all like my gentle Daisy.