Well, we charged down the stairs fairly late, about 8am as we don't want them to get used to getting up too early.... I am always very conscious of Karen....
We swiftly collected the camera and hot footed it down the garden. Will me hovering at the door end Nick pushed the cube door open... We could hear feet scrabbling about and when it opened there they were all hogging the door way looking out as if to say 'blimey it's daylight, what shall we do now?'
Babette was the first one to make an exit attempt.... graceful is not a word that springs to mind I must say... the was a lot of noise as her feet tried to make contact with the ladder, and much flapping as she tried to keep her upright and steady.......... it didn't work... she flapped down and landed with a 'boof'. Then went like a rocket to the food! She was closely followed by Sweetie, also not a ballerina.... then they all came on mass, with much clucking and flapping.... Then all to the food for breakfast, it appears that there was a famine during the night!
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