Trojan chicken, the tale of a wooden hen...

We've been meaning to replace our chicken signs. We stuck some out by the road a couple of years ago to let people know that we often have surplus eggs, in typical fashion for us we weren't happy with a simple print out so made wooden ones and painted them all up.

We had two, the larger one is a looking a little worn these days and the smaller one was (we think) recently ripped down and carted down the road either by kids or a pub returnee - extremely unusual behaviour for this area but there we go, perhaps we had offended them in some way or perhaps they are just gits?

So having drawn and cut out the relevant shapes earlier in the week I passed the buck on to Karen, our resident artist, who got cracking with the brushes this afternoon during the sunny weather and they are now ready to take their place high up on our wall like sentinels overlooking the neighbours.

This time we'll set the smaller one back a little further from the road so if anyone fancies having a go at it again they'll have to climb our wall. Whether they can hack their way through chest high brambles, a field of nettles and 150,000 unimpressed bees and get back out is entirely another matter and one that I wouldn't mind watching.