It was waaaaay back in 2010 that I first blogged that we wanted hens.
Himself kept saying no.
We told him he’s an awful meanie.
The year before last, he relented.
My back was too bad for going up and down steps into our garden and he was working away, so we didn’t get any.
Before Christmas last year, he announced that a man he knows (that keeps hens) was going to get us some in the new year.
New year came and went.
Three weeks ago, the man came and started to make a hen house for us.
We expected a little wooden ark.
We got this.
It’s massive but I’m told it’s not finished yet!
Watch this space!