Flowers in the village

Yesterday I went to collect three laying hens - I met the vendors in a supermarket car park.  Two were in a cardboard box and I placed that on the back seat of the Discovery, the other was in a cat basket so I transferred it to one of my cat baskets and put that beside the cardboard box.   I then locked the car and popped into the supermarket for five minutes to get some bread.  As I pulled out of my parking slot I realised that one of the chickens had escaped from the box and was sitting on the top of the rear seat.

I decided not to risk stopping and trying to get her back in the box in case she escaped through the door as I opened it.   She sat on the seat back all the way home.  I took the photo by holding up the camera facing backwards as I was driving.  I was a bit worried as I had an open box below her with pond fish in it which I had collected before I fetched the hens and I had visions of her falling into the water, but she clung on round the bends adjusting herself to the tilting and braking and I caught her easily once we were in the field.  All of the hens needed a wing clipping which they allowed me to do without fuss and, when I went up to settle the girls for the night, they had already settled in beautifully and arranged themselves next to each other on one of the perches in the henhouse.  

Just down the road from the supermarket I got stuck behind a tractor and felt I recognised the driver from the back as my neighbour. 

I took a photo to show him, but he then turned left just before Plounevez Quintin and I could see that it was him - coincidence - I've never seen him near his workplace before.  Look at that lovely blue sky with white fluffy clouds - a pleasant change after the recent poor weather.

Coming back past my neighbours this morning I took these three photos.  The wallflowers have the most delicious scent and the

I particularly liked the subtle colours of the primroses and the soft sky blue of the mysotis - forgetmeknots.

This isn't my actual village sign but shares it's name with my home. 

For some reason we don't have a sign for our village - I might talk to my neighbours about this - as I can't understand why we don't.

The broom is all along the lane and this morning I walked into a neighbour's small field and photographed the plants  and fruit blossom there and along the verges.

Another sort of Daisy in the long grass.

Finishing with the two flowers which are everywhere on the lawns and verges, but no less attractive for that.

Three things I like:

1.   Meeting new people this afternoon for a walk round Langoelan lake.

2.   Chatting to neighbours over their garden fence while I was taking photographs.

3.   Being alive.