James
Squeals come from somewhere across the garden, Cara’s infant shrieks of delight. Then Michael’s words... “Exciting isn’t it. There, we’ll put him in here…
And more squeals…
“Yes, there’s another one…”
Charlotte gives me a questioning glance.
I shrug.
No idea…
Together we follow the sounds to Michael’s chicken run, fenced off now within a large wire mesh enclosure. I unhook the entrance gate - in truth more an entrance door as I realise my head is brushing against a wire mesh ‘roof’ to the enclosure. At base level too, the mesh overlaps the ground, the edge turfed over. No fox is going to dig its way into Michael’s galline answer to Fort Knox. Various small runs, arks and coops line the inside of the run.
A child’s vocal enthusiasm spills from inside the main shed. As I enter,
