A tiny motorcycle helmet?Surprisingly there was not much drama this morning when I opened the door. I may as well leave the door open as long as it’s mild.
Oh and those pullets are going to drive me batty, poor Mr P is just pecked to pieces on his head I feel like I may need to lock him away in the Summer House with some of the older ladies for a few days to let his wounds heal. I so wish I still had some of that blue spray I had with the horses.
Any suggestions anyone to stop them pecking him?