But, unlike the Christmas decorations, there is no fuss about where everything is going to go. The bulbs and seeds pack themselves down quietly and all I need to do is clear away what’s left.
This drives the chickens into a frenzy of excitement. They rush in to scratch the bare soil and there are lucky moments for them when a stick or stone is lifted to reveal earwigs. It is dangerous for earwigs in this garden.
If I push them away, they resort to pecking me on the back. Does it mean they like me?
We have chicken fillets for dinner tonight. When I lift a chicken away from the flowerbed I can feel the chicken breast under the feathers. But I don’t feel sorry about the chicken in the fridge. (It was free range anyway).
Meanwhile, outside the garden. Kolkata has been devastated by a cyclone. On Devon Live there is news of people going to the beach and other people getting cross about ‘idiots on the beaches’.