If we can't eat this, we will never eat these....

Here is 'Charlie' the Chocolate Chicken, cute isn't she?  She has hung around since Easter when all the chocolate eggs are long gone.  It seems such a shame to eat her.  Where would you start?  The beak would be cruel, the tail undignified!  She has taught me one thing in my bid for self sufficiency, if we are having trouble eating a chocolate chicken, there is no way we would eat these:

They are now 8 weeks old and almost as obedient as the dog.  (Which isn't very!)  They like me and get excited when I walk up the garden, I would like to think it is the bond we have, however I suspect it may be the cress, or stale bread or cake crumbs they are after.  My oldest son was up the garden this evening chuckling away blowing raspberries to them!(Cute, but he is weeks off 15 and working on his GCSE's).  My youngest dutifully feeds them grass first thing in the morning before school, they are well and truly part of my peculiar family!