An interesting development occurred whereby I discovered that the new inhabitant of our old house has no need for a legacy poultry zone.


Posts, wire, house, nets… it’s all still there, for us to pick up whenever we like.

Having had to abandon this labour of hen love, the discovery was an unexpected but pleasing turn of events. And because I carefully built it to be easily dismantled, it shouldn’t take an age to reclaim.

Today has therefore been mainly concerned with logistical plotting…