Day 176.

Bush eggs: two. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: full. Weather: a bit bloody cold frankly.

Brrr. Who turned off the sun! It seems that summer is All Over Rover (I’ve always wondered who Rover is.) Such a shame really as the cold weather gets harder and harder on this middle aged-ish hen. We don’t get much seasonal change here in Pecka Pecka apart from the shorter and colder days – no lively red leaves like Bertha told me about once and certainly no ‘cold white’ that she got at her old place occasionally. Imagine that – wake up one morning and all your precious food is under a hard, white and extremely cold substance. Sounds like some kind of cosmic mistake.

I made up this super poem to commemorate the changing of the seasons:

Summer is gone by Ruby
Summer that was in full swing
Has now taken wing
Gone
And left us with cold
The world feels old

Come back summer
You are my friend
Don’t let winter make mine end

But if I have to have the chill
Let it not sap my will
Then will come the thrill
Of another summer still.


What a lovely poem. I love the change of tempo towards the end, gives it a wistful feeling. A sterling effort and a fitting end to my favourite season!