I write this while sitting on a bale of straw in the chicken coop, watching my girls (old and new) sunbathing.

The sky is bright blue and the sun feels warm on the skin. Only a few days ago we were deep in snow. What a difference!

We bought four new chickens on Sunday to keep our remaining two girls company. There’s been lots of establishing the pecking order since then, but today the sun has brought a truce like Christmas in the trenches! Everyone has decided to get along and bathe in the glorious sunshine.

Our new girls are from Burcombe’s Poultry near Bath and I have to say what a lovely place that is. We already can’t wait to go back and get more, and possibly ducks too, in the summer. I’m also more than slightly jealous as his farm set up was my dream.

Today, the new girls are getting more confident around me, which is nice. As I sit here typing, one of them is sat on the bale next to me, happy as long as I don’t move too much. I also have one sunbathing by my foot. One is snoring. I can’t help but smile.

This is the most content I have felt in a long time. I think this might be my happy place. Covered in dust and chicken poo, sat on straw, in the sun.

3 years ago I would have never imagined this. Now I can’t imagine not doing this. I am officially crazy chicken lady. Funny how time changes you.