First out were the old girls, Daisy, Gozzie in the middle, Scrabble at the top
They were out of the run, like athletes out of their starting blocks.
They flew and ran hell for leather to their favourite spot.
Next out was Twiggy, and Lola, followed by Zola
All three of them jumped out, stood in a row and flapped their wings.
They made lovely little noises and got more and more excited and started practising vertical take-offs, like Harrier Jump Jets.
And ran and flew to join the others. Twiggy is doing a happy little jig
They has such a great time expoloring. They scratched about on the flower beds and tasted some new sprouting leaves.
Zola: Look mother hen, don't I look handsome!
Me: Don't be silly Zola - that's not you in a mirror - it's Lola looking at you!
Twiggy: What's in here mother hen?
Me: Well Peckingham Palace used to be in there, but I have moved it out onto the patio, now I am going to use it for my strawberry plants and salads - so the rabbits can't get them.
Oh they had such fun exploring all the garden, the woodland areas, around my studio, behind my studio, even around the garage. Scrabble joined them and did a good job of showing them all the best areas for worms
Meanwhile the two little Sebrights were still in the run deciding what to do.
The silver one, yet to be named by our youngest granddaughter, was walking up and down on the wooden 'doorstep' trying to pluck up courage to jump.
She kept cocking her head and looking down to the patio, and then walking up and down flapping her wings, then repeating the process. It was as if she was saying 'My that's a steep step down to the patio. I'll jump down in a minute. Right here goes, I'll flap my wings and fly now. Erm. O.K. next time I will do it. She was making happy chirruping noises then all of a sudden she jumped!
Landed, flapped her wings and called out to Poppy the golden Sebright, named by Luke my four year old grandson. We were all surprised that he didn't call her Power Ranger!
They soon joined the triplets on the gravel path
And scratched about in the leaves, pecking at bugs