His Aim Is (On The Whole) Absolutely Superb

Thought it was best to keep out of Her way yesterday so spent most of My time helping Him on the allotment. Was planting onions and things and He had let the chickens out onto the compost heap. And being enormously careful they didn't roam into My garden (in view of Her strongly voiced comments after they had demolished part of one of Her flowerbeds.)

Came to the conclusion that those chickens aren't quite as stupid as they pretend: He had tied a bit of flappy white cloth to the end of a long stick and every time it looked as though they were about to wander off He shook it at them and they immediately scuttled back to the compost heap. Stayed there 'til His back was turned and then tried again. One nearly managed to escape so He threw the stick at it like a spear. Remarkably good aim. Landed neatly just in front and the chicken absolutely galloped back, all a-flutter and squawk.

One of the blackbirds arrived to eat the worms He turned up and threw to it. (Must be a horrid feeling as it wriggles down your gullet.) Consumed 6 big ones in as many minutes.

Was work helping Him mind the chickens and plant onions, so sat down on a warm patch of soil. Quite close by in case He needed Myself in any sort of emergency. Was suddenly rudely awoken by a ghastly bellow from the blackbird which had hopped to another worm He had lobbed over. Unfortunately (Purposely? Sincerely hope not) it had landed extremely close to My head and the blackbird hadn't noticed until it was Almost Too Late.

Went back indoors and lay on His seedlings in the conservatory.