what a performance!

Oh god i'm too old for this sort of malarky! Last night as it was going dark I went to lock the chickens away. when I opened the door to the shed there was only one hen there. I searched high
and low. I could hear the new hen clucking when I called but couldn't see where the noise was coming from. I got Graham and asked him to go into the dyke at the other side of the fence. He wasn't best pleased about having to wade through chest high stinging nettles armed only with an old clothes prop. When he got level with me there was nothing there. he couldn't hear the hen but I could and I was very puzzled as to where the clucking was coming from. Eventually I thought to look up and there she was cleverly camaflaged some 20 feet up a Hawthorn tree. I didn't have a stick long enough to reach her so it was a question of rattling and shouting until she finally came down. I managed to poke her over the fence and guided her to Graham who managed to get her back into the compound. Both graham and I were covered in scratches, nettled and covered in leaves etc. To add insult to injury Graham missed a quarter of an art programme that he had been waiting all night to watch! All part of lifes rich tapestry so they say!