A few days back we were joined by an unexpected guest.
I had seen a stray hen wandering in the lane on the previous evening.
Somehow she must have crossed our six-foot gate and wandered into the yard.
No one came looking for her, so Anu has put out water and scattered uncooked rice for her each day.
At night she spontaneously settles on an old piece of sacking in the open store-room of our out-house.
Today she provided us with a gift:
My first entirely home-grown meal and a variation, of sorts, on Bed & Breakfast:
I give her a bed, and she gives me a breakfast…
With plentiful ripe mangos and tender-coconuts falling daily from our trees, we seem to be more self-sufficient by the month.
I can hear our visiting hen now, still happy in the yard and gently clucking outside the window, as I write.
Brick and Bougainvillea
Bougainvillea blossoms overhanging a perimeter wall in Fort Cochin.