Some of you may know that, as well as the hound, I've got a couple of chickens so I'll share this story with you to offset the stories told by smug chicken keepers about how productive their wonderful pets are:
OK they are bantams and knocking on a bit, so I don't expect to be eating omlettes every day. However, as I reminded them yesterday, in return for feeding them expensive corn, a large garden to amuse themselves and sunbathe in and a patio to shit on I would like to receive the odd egg in return.
Here is the result:
I know no-one would believe me so, for scale, I have photographed it alongside a stamp.
I can also confirm that it weighs TEN grammes and that was the entire team effort.
I don't know whether to take them to MacDonalds, replace them with sparrows or get McKinsey's in.