I will put eggs in my trees, pastel coloured plastic ones.
No chocolate for Flash Harry and Kyra,they will have had enough already by the time they arrive here .
Books - I usually get them some.
I might make a cake with eggs and chicks on top.
Lime is supposed well it does make the structure of clay soil different, it binds the very fine granules together so drainage is improved,Roses like clay soil seemingly.
Years ago you could buy in Manchester’s Tib St,where there were pet shops ,day old chicks for 6d each .
Of course they were cockerels ,but such tiny little things, we constructed a feather duster from the top of the cardboard box they were kept in..
They had never seen a hen but they nestled under the duster.
They scratched for food too, loved the cat and snuggled up with him on the hearth rug, whilst I cleaned their box out each day.
They soon grew feathers and when big enough,just a few weeks they went outside to join our three laying pullets.
They disappeared about Christmas time ———- well you see they were starting to crow and neighbours did not like it!
They went to a farm,
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So lovely, but a little life for6d—— not many stood any chance at all ,how cruel.
Just wallowing in a radio programme ,sixties music .wow at the time I did not fully appreciate how good it was, a family growing up fast etc .
I have danced round the kitchen ,Lulu on at the moment “,Shout”.
Now” She’s Not There” —- and now Long Long Live Love —
Well must get on, cheerio .Viktoria.
