No, the mayhem to which I refer is the unexpected and unwarranted intrusion on a genteel cream tea, being taken under sunny English skies in our orchard at the bottom of the garden. Vintage cloth was laid, lovely old family china found in the back of the cupboard, silver spoons polished up and home-made scones piled on lace doily.
So, cricket commentary playing gently in the background, tea was poured, plate piled high with scone and clotted cream when ...... flutterfluttercrashtinkleclatter Hilda Hen appeared from nowhere and landed in the jam. I'm sorry, dear reader, I can't go on but ...
this is by no means her only misdemeanour, so it's a bloomin' good job she laid her first egg yesterday ....
this is by no means her only misdemeanour, so it's a bloomin' good job she laid her first egg yesterday ....
9 comments:
LOL, maybe she had Australian ancestors! It still looks lovely, even post-chicken-tornado, is that a Queen's Jubilee tablecloth I see? (Is that vintage now? Lordy, that makes me feel old!)
PG - hmm, jammy claw-prints all over everywhere, including me.... The cloth is from the Coronation, so it (and I!!) are vintage.
EGGXTRA-ORDINARY genteel afternoon then?
didn't know hens were attracted to jam?
nic pics!
Linda x
Linda - lol! This Very Naughty Hen is just so nosy - she stole the lemon out of my husband's G & T the other evening!
We had two hens who used to hang around the back door, and would try to sneak in if ever it was left open. One day my husband walked into the kitchen to find them sitting on the sofa! Luckily I wasn't there!
Would love to see you in the B&B! Email me and I will send you a link to our website to tempt you!
Pomona x
Wow, she was lucky - saved by the egg. Cream tea in your orchard looks absolutely idyllic - can I come?
Anne
How I love having high tea! ahahah scones and all. Actually, I feel like having some scones now.
I think Hilda rushed to lay an egg after the emergency landing... it' s the egg or the neck!
Hilda was probably a little put out that she wasn't invited to the tea party.
Anne - kettle's on!
Marian - her neck certainly was 'on the line'!
Uta - that hen NEVER waits for an invitation!
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