Poor Old Queenie is so big and so round and so short the only way she can get comfortable is to lie like that. It terrifies me.
I’m fine, she says. I’m fine. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. (Expectant mothers hate fussing.)
I feel as though I have had my pause button pushed then disabled while I wait for Daisy’s calf to arrive. I am afraid Queenie’s won’t be that far behind.
The sun was out yesterday and almost all the snow is gone, gone, gone. So I opened the Chook House door and out they flew. Thrilled to be back out in the Great Outdoors.
Well lets see what happens today then!
Have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy