A photograph from 1915, of my grandmother with her mother feeding birds. I thought they were chickens but I'm not sure they are. They seem rather small next to my very small and young grandmother. Anyone want to offer their thoughts on identification is very welcome.
We've just moved to this method of feeding having discovered that putting the food in a feeder led to mess and rodents. So now the chickens are being made to work for their dinner. The upside is that the run isn't being scratched out of existence and the r-a-t problem is lessening (too soon to say it's gone). The downside is that every time you head out of the door into the garden, you are ambushed. Mind you, as one of the funniest things you can see is a chicken running, I am rather enjoying this. And the sight of the chickens appearing over the hill, running at speed towards me does bring in mind the cavalry riding to the rescue, or perhaps the Indians on the attack - "get the wagons into a circle".