An uncharacteristic, niche-interest and personal entry perhaps but it's a sufficiently significant development in our home life to report that we now have a trifold of chickens. That "secret design project" I've alluded to recently being the two-week's-to-build bespoke chicken coop; I like to think, designed in the Shaker style (although I fear I'm horribly deluded in this).
I was all for naming them after type designers but my children pulled rank and have named them after (appropriately) Thunderbirds characters: Scott Tracey, Lady Penelope (a perfect chickeny name if I ever heard one) and The Hood.
For anyone interested (is anyone interested?) they're ISA Browns, the Ford Escort of the chicken world and their gentle clucking is now the soundtrack to our little corner of suburbia. Estimates suggest we could be harvesting up to 300 eggs for breakfast, per be-colmed head, per annum.