We love our chickens, squawky, feather-shedding chickens. They careen through the garden, wings aflutter looking for all the world like ruffled dinosaurs. then they strut, moving from delicacy to delicacy, cabbage, broccoli, cabbage, bug, cabbage. And they can’t help but completely abandon all decorum when you announce “scrap time” with a loud syncopated ,”Here chook chookchook chookchookchookchookchook!” They come arunning! And they give us eggs, beautiful eggs in serene rich colours. Sky blue, chocolate and buff shells. Marigold yolks. Yep, love it!