5 out of 6 hens that showed a preference chose to lay an egg in the grubby old hay (in their least favourite nest box) rather than in freshly shredded newspaper. There are 7 hens, one didn't lay that day.

House sitting with animals and meterological readings to do. Forgot to feed the cats and dog yesterday. When I went to do met. readings found Harry (cat) up garden staring at grass. He turned to me with a "well I suppose I have to catch my own breakfast then" look.

Night before last Bertie didn't come in from his night time meanders with me. He returned much later all wet from long dewy grass and looking very pleased with himself.

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