I live in Kent with my husband, toddler Tilly (henceforth known as Monkey) and another baby due in November. We have two cats, Duncan and Lady Macbeth, and four chickens who kindly lay us eggs daily. We live in the picturesque seaside town of Broadstairs. I enjoy reading, knitting and cooking. I'm trying to be a bit 'greener' (not sure how successfully), and to be a gentle parent. Extended breastfeeding and co-sleeping don't freak me out, we use cloth nappies and try to follow some of the ideals of Attachment Parenting. If that sounds as if I know what I'm doing, I don't! I am also a psychotherapist with an interest in Focusing-oriented therapy, and I have a small private practice in the area.
Our girls arrived on Saturday evening, along with their super-swanky new ark and run!
Lady Macbeth is keeping her eye on them:
It's good to have them at last, after lots of dithering and uncertainty. Strangely it feels like quite a lot of responsibility to take care of the four new members of the family, and in particular I've been worried about foxes, but for now we have decided to keep the girls in their run and not to let them free-range in the garden. At night they are safely shut in the coop, and it is unlikely that- as in a dream I had last night- foxes will be utilising trampolines to spring into our garden (!).
In actual fact they are no trouble at all, they like a bit of corn and a chat now and then, clean water and drink, and scraping the poo out, but in return for very little effort they are providing us with the most beautiful brown eggs. That seems like a good deal to me!