Today I've been ambling about in the garden in the sunshine, scattering hardy annual flower seeds, weeding and planting a wonderful camellia that I bought a couple of days ago. This lot have been very lucky - all the weeds and the grass cuttings have ended up in their run where they've sorted through it all and decided what to eat now and what to save for later, chattering away to themselves while they did it. They rewarded us with three beautiful eggs - one large brown speckled one from one of the brown hens (elderley Welsummers), one slightly smaller brown one and a tiny plaster pink one. For some peculiar reason, the two young White Sussexs lay completely different eggs - weird. They were not happy about having me creeping around in their run poking a camera in their faces hence they all squashed themselves in a corner.