This bit of fennel melted my heart the other day.
The girls have the job of collecting the eggs every afternoon now.
The hens are out of sight of the kitchen but they go off together, without me, and take some
kitchen scraps salad leaves with them. I think it's nice to give them a bit of responsibility and it makes them feel like big girls (they're 3 and 5), the 3 year old even goes by herself sometimes.
They always come back with a big smile and tell em how many eggs there are.
On Wednesday my eldest came up and asked what we where having for tea, when I asked why she said "because I've found some wild food Daddy, it might be nice with tea".
She'd found some self set fennel down in the orchard, identified it and brought it back for me, she hadn't eaten any because she knows she's not allowed to eat things without showing me first when we're out and about.
I was so proud of her, to me that was far better than reading a good school report.
We each had a sprig on our new potatoes for tea that night and she sat there quite proudly as we ate it.