Doodle in the doghouse!

Yesterday, Diane and I were trying to do a little job on the hen house. At one point, I was inside the house and Diane was in the run with the chickens. Digger decided he would help by tearing around the outside and terrorising the hens. After much flapping and squawking (and, yes, the hens made a fuss, too) we decided to put him back in the house out of harms way and he got unceremoniously dumped back in the hall. Unfortunately, the internal door was open and when Diane went in he was licking his lips after polishing off six eggs (Sorley eggs at that!) and an iced bun that had been on the kitchen worktop. Needless to say, he was in big trouble but we are all friends again now.