Someone has broken the thermostat here in the midlands. It is ridiculously hot. Humans and chickens alike can be found in lethargic heaps. The girls amble apathetically between shadey spots, before flomping on to the ground and spreading their wings in the hope of catching some breeze. The children keep hydrated with copious amounts of ice cream. I'm keeping hydrated with shandy.
It was gone 9pm before the girls headed to bed last night, and still very warm. I left it 'til nearly dark before shutting them in, and was pleased to find that the coop interior was relatively cool. As I was leaving the run, my eye fell on the tiniest egg I have ever seen. I'm fairly certain that it was Purdy who laid it.