There was a screeching of brakes when I first met this little lady.  Heaven knows where she came from but she almost met her maker under my car.  When I got out of the car to check she was still alive she scuttled up to me as tame as anything.  To avoid any further mishaps on the road she was boxed up by my neighbour and left at my gate so I could house her until I could return her to her rightful home.

No neighbour has claimed her so she’s adopted us.  She is now a plump and sassy chook and looking much healthier than when she first arrived.  I reckon she’d been wandering the lanes for quite a while.  Now she’s landed herself a prime spot on the roost and delivering a brown egg every couple of days.  I’ve called her Amanda.  So that means I finally have a Milly, Molly and a Mandy!