I’ve been noticing over the past few evenings as I venture up to the top of the garden to check on the chickens that Ginger isn’t looking as perky as she usually does. The weather was horrid last night and so I checked on them again but found Ginger sat out in the wind and rain. Fearing the worst I climbed in only to find she was still with us so I decided to whisk them both into the outside loo where it would be warmer and drier for them.

We don’t use this loo anymore really, only in extreme toiletry emergencies when one can’t get inside and up stairs in time, so making a bit of a mess to make the girls feel at home won’t disrupt things too much.

Ginger made it through the night, I think the dry and warmth bought her a bit more time. Our vet friend is popping round later this evening to take a look at the poor girl.