These were the unlaid eggs from the dead chicken. The pouch affair becomes the shell:

This was one I ate, having declined the offer of fried pouch:

Seemed like the pond was fairly green with algae, so on the advice of a pond expert, we bought some small bunches of Canadian pond weed for oxygenation purposes.

Anyone else love these advertisements? They cheer me up especially the “eyebrow” one! Also worth checking out Lily Allen and Alan Carr’s version. Sweet like chocolate!

Eyebrows:

Gorilla:

Lily Allen and Alan Carr:

18 eggs so far. All’s well.

some pics of the cats resting and enjoying the garden.

snowdrops

homemade tartiflette

the kittens snuggling up

lily

ratter

the first daffodils

golden eyes

on the prowl

leaping for the stick

going for the high jump