Posted: Tuesday 29 September, 2009
I don't normally name hens but we have a particularly tame Warren, that I have named Ruby. Our hens usually aren't tame but Ruby will be stroked while eating out of my hand. She also makes regular forays into the kitchen.
This morning the taxi that takes our daughter to school arrived. While waiting for Lorna to get her coat on, the taxi driver was polishing the car. With the boot open. And in jumps the bold Ruby, intent on stowing away. The driver shooed her out - although when he suggested she might make a good dinner, I explained that she'd only manage stock.
Ruby will have to be watched - especially if I see her with a stick and a red polka dot hankie!
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