It's been so long since our last post and so much has happened over the Spring and Summer that it is difficult to know where to start. We will just keep the story going from where we last signed off. Unfortunately though, in case you had become attached to the little chickens, we had better inform you early that they were eaten by a weasel. However the weasel met his maker under the tyre of the builder's ute. Brian the proud and handsome rooster also went with the weasel...not under the tyre but by the paws and jaws of one of the worker's dogs.