A bit of cooler weather has finally arrived. It has been a long hot summer so we now think that any temp below 35 degrees is freezing. Because Noah wants to be outside playing at "sparrows fart" I have had to rug him up. I had forgotten what he looks like with clothes on; damn cute!!
Yesterday the boys used the loader forks to carry the huge bails of hay to feed our sheep. Noah thought it was fantastic. 
Noah's poor little pigeon toes and bow legs get in his way all the time. He is always taking little tumbles. 
This weekend Noah was also attacked by our hen named Francis. Francis is the only hen we have named as she is the only little red hen and easy to distinguish. The boys came back from being up at the sheds; Richard was laughing and Noah was crying. I knew straight away that it was probably the chooks that had caused the commotion but I thought that perhaps a rooster had attacked Noah. I was surprised to hear that Francis had flown at Noah, landed on his back and savagely attacked him. Noah even had a little war wound; a bloody elbow. He wasn't even stirring them up or anything. He was devastated because he couldn't understand why someone (or something) would hurt him. He still wanted to come with me to feed the chooks today which was very brave of him. So no one got back to me about wanting a rooster....even if you want to cook it.... getting desperate here!!
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