I've checked Ken the broody hen twice, but still no chick. There isn't even a little 'pipping' noise, so the hatching hasn't even started - and I'm losing faith that it will. I don't think it's going to happen this time. :(
I had a big old cuddle with George and checked his nails. I took off the micropore tape and his nail didn't start bleeding, so that's all healed now. In fact, the old man down the road, Alva, who originally found George, couldn't believe how big he'd become. He's not just a skeleton with feathers hanging off it - he's a whopping great turkey sized hug-magnet! Actually, he's looking a bit grubby - but he's going to be one hell of a blow dry.
Ava was washed again today, but using my new method of washing liquid and whitener and a final rinse with white vinegar in it to get off the remains of the soap. I think it took at least half the time and the blow dry was quicker too. I just held her with confidence and went for it, so there was a lot less faffing about. She still had a few ground in stains, but I think she should look as good as Grace tomorrow in the light.
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