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My in-house Editor, aka my father, has informed me that my chickens do not roost in a eucalyptus tree but a Mediterranean pine which was grown from a pine cone by my late Grandmother.
My Grandmother was the local primary school teacher in the village of Whitbourne; she grew the pine tree in class from a seed taken from a cone brought back from the South of France by the Owen family when the children were young.
This seedling is now huge and home to about half a dozen chickens each evening! I’m sure my Grandmother would laugh if she were here to see them. It’s lovely to see the chickens in such a natural environment and comfortable up a tree rather than on a roost in the chicken shed.
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