There's been a rift in the flock. When I saw just three hens and one rooster in the front paddock I was alarmed - where were the rest of the flock?
Turned around and there in the back paddock was the other (often hen/rooster pecked) rooster with the three lowest ranking hens. How did they sort themselves out like that? The good news is the little hen in the middle in the photo below has spent her entire life on the periphery of the flock, never too far away but never part of the group. I must be daft, I felt really happy to see her belonging, even if it is to the B team.
The council is on the scene repairing the flood damaged road much quicker than I expected. Well done, Kaipara Council.
Georgia and I started working on her birthday invitations at the weekend. The child will be 11 years old. Growing up fast but unchanged in some respects. She still likes to make things by hand and each invitation has to reflect the friend to whom it is being given. We also made a dozen of her favourite cupcakes to be frozen until the event (next weekend).
While she was here I was looking for something on which to sit another beanie I've finished knitting. No, it's not in this shot, it will remain secret until it is gifted. Anyway, under that blue beanie is a candle holder and I was reaching up to retrieve another from on top of the china cabinet when the candle sitting on top of it toppled and hit me on top of the head. It was a big candle and it flattened me. I went black but didn't pass out, just slowly descended to the floor. Had I been 30-40 years younger one may have thought it was graceful. I was aware that I shouldn't frighten the child, so threw in a lot of dramatic moaning and groaning hoping she would think I was just bunging on a show. She didn't make a sound. When I struggled to my feet (which is always a struggle but a major one on this occasion) she gave a nervous giggle and said, "Are you OK?"
Next time she comes to see me I must remember to let her feel the egg on my head. It's impressive.