We were out of the house and heading towards darkest Herefordshire shortly after eight o'clock this morning.
It was a ninety minute drive to reach Pembridge Poultry where we picked up twenty fertile eggs. We have ten eggs from Cuckoo Marans and Norfolk Grey breeds and these will be rested overnight before being placed in our incubator tomorrow morning.
30% is now praying for a 100% hatch and no cockerels!
On the way back from Pembridge we picked up Jules and headed back home. A quick lunch was taken before 30% and Jules headed off towards Ashby-de-la-zouch for a couple of days of R 'n R at Champneys Spa.
I was left to my own devices, so made best use of my time by having a massive kip on the sofa.* Feeling marginally refreshed, I hauled my backside outside and spent a couple of hours dismantling and de-nailing the pallet that held our new poultry house. My pile of softwood further increases, and is now joined by a large sack of kindling.
As the afternoon drew in to evening I did what any man alone did** and threw a pizza in the oven.***
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* In my defence I will offer that I was awake by half past four this morning and tossed and turned for about forty minutes, before rising just after five o'clock.
** No, not that! You smutty sod!
*** I love to cook, but cooking for one can seem like a massive amount of effort with none of the reward that comes from sharing a meal.
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