The promise of a cooler day and some free hours enticed us down to the SW corner of the block to weed this morning.
<The dreaded succulent is creeping its way down towards the creek and I'm determined to stop it in its tracks and then work my way back uphill.>
There's nothing the hens like more than to accompany us into the forest. They don't wander far, spending most of the time within a few metres of where we're working, scratching about and feasting on insects in the leaf litter. I'm sure they think we're scratching too :)