In which we have visitors from Boston, USA

Our friends from Boston, USA

Dear friends... yes  know its been a week or so but my Mum has been away at something called Folk Festivals and left us all here with some friends of hers who have been looking after us and the cats and the house.  More of that another day, but while she was gone the photos came of us in the garden with the friends who had come all the way from Boston in the USA to see us.  

Our Mum and her friends outside the Museum of Witchcraft
in Boscastle

They stayed for the weekend and our Mum took them to visit the  Museum  of Witchcraft which is owned by a friend of hers in Boscastle and also to Tintagel so they could see where King Arthur came from.  All very exciting but not as exciting as the Sunday morning in the garden.  It was such a lovely day that they all sat outside in the garden wearing the same yellow T shirts and singing.  They sang songs about chicken on rafts especially for us.  You can be sure that we have no intention  of going on a raft, even though Olwen did mange to fall in the pond this week!  She was after the pond weed and tried to stand on the waters edge and slipped in.  Our mum was there like a shot but she got herself out all right with just her dignity a bit damp.  Anyway we have all been back in our run today so we don't do it again.  

I join my Friends on the Bench

Lynn and Philip with Rhiannon

But getting back to my friends from Boston...  It was such a lovely morning and we sat in the garden beside the honeysuckle and the grapevine. Rhiannon and I went straight over to them and loved what they were doing.  They were all singing! We walked in between their legs and even went up on the bench to join in with them.  I think we all should have yellow Middle Bar t shirts now as we were on the Bench!  I think I have to ask Uncle Mike and Aunty Lizzy about getting ones to fit us.  They held us and gave us such loving stroking and cuddles and we snuggled down in their arms.

Rhiannon nearly went to sleep but was tempted away by the soft grass to run in.   My Friend Lynn, that's her holding me in the photo, was really very good and looked after me really well. Her husband, Philip, made sure I was all OK and talked to me alot as you can see in the picture.  They all thought we were wonderful, which of course we are.

Rhiannon joins the Boston Singers on the Bench. 

You will be pleased to know that Rhiannon's quills have started to grow tiny feathers and that Olwen is now nearly covered across her back with soft downy feathers.  Brigid is still bald but our Mum is hoping she will start to get feathers soon or she will have to ask people to knit woolly jumpers for her ready for the winter.  If you look carefully at the photo you can see that I am now nearly covered on feathers so will be nice and warm for the Autumn mornings and evenings that are just creeping up on us.  

My Mum has been putting extra straw in our bed to make sure we are quite warm enough and as soon as Linnet gets over being broody, we are talking about all 6 of us going into the same hen house to sleep in the winter so we can keep snuggled up together.  But for now its still summer and I have songs buzzing around my head,, Hi O chicken on a bench...