Eddie’s diary It’s that time of year when most of my tail has moulted onto the coop floor and even with my best impressive posing, I just get giggled at … sigh

Honestly it is just one long round of hassles and humiliations at the moment. ‘Why not have a run in the garden?’ I get told. Off I go with Millie and after a protracted going over of all areas, I head home and spot the garden fork. Now what! Safe bet that blasted human has been cleaning us out, the coop will not be as I left it and the run has been dug over. That’s my favourite sleeping spot and carefully crafted dust bathing pits gone for sure

Then I see the whole lot is damp. Good grief, she’s only gone and hosed it all down for good measure. Now I am going to have to sit on my branch perch and sulk while it all dries out! Expect some dirty looks and an attitude this afternoon then missus
