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Baby chicks
June has been hot. Properly hot.
Heat here means broody bantams - where the temperature rise makes me want to sit in the shade with a book and a ginger beer - the hens are drawn to fluff themselves up and sit on top of a great pile of eggs somewhere inaccessible.
The savviest know to hide themselves deep inside a bramble patch. Safe from foxes and badgers, hidden from me and my egg collecting.
I knew that Francine was brooding somewhere and I was listening out for the cheep, cheep, cheep of chicks. Then on Friday lunchtime I saw them - eleven tiny fluffy babies, milling around in the daisies with a puffed up shuttlecock of a Mum. Eleven!
This video is a montage of their first couple of days - learning to fly, keeping close to Mum.
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