Feathered friends

Our feathered friends live in the sheeps field, where they happily roam over a hectare of grass, feeding and scratching under the sun of the southwest..

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Black hen is agile and smart. She knows how to jump over the fence to graze in the abundant garden, where in fact, she is not allowed. There she finds the best to eat, but she keeps a beady eye out for the giants. If they catch her, they make loud noises, and she must be ready to run as fast as her legs can carry her, back to the edge of the abundant garden, back over the fence, to pretend that she never left the sheeps field at all.

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Grey hen is a plump, broody beauty. But she has a tendency to get grumpy at bedtime, so she pecks black hen until her neck is raw and sore. She takes her egg laying very seriously, sometimes hiding them under bushes, but the giants always find and take them. Grey hen is too plump to jump over the fence, so she waits until the gate is left open, and then as they say, she “makes hay while the sun shines”.

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The three Cou-nu sisters are new to the family, and they are always together. Being sociable creatures they quickly became friends with the older hens, adapting to their routine. Despite their strange naked features, they are the favourite hen of the region for their busy, gentle, and well behaved countenance.

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The sheep seem to love the hens, protecting them from the fox at night. That is, as long as they stay away from the daily titbits brought by the giants. And we, the giants, love our feathered friends too. They are adorable, amusing and give us large, rich and truly yellow yolked eggs.

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March : Signs of light returning

Glimpses of receding dark,
as blush pink blooms,
each fresh and pale,
softly speaks perfection,
returning light of peace.

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A rare wild Narcissus hides in the glade,
wafting scent, deep and green,
pure sunburst presence.

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Senses are startled by citrus splash, and warm smells,
Mimosa reminds us, that Sun marches toward us.

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