We had a bit of a fight on our hands yesterday. Sophia, Dorothy, Blanche and Rose were arguing in our courtyard. Then they started to argue with us too. It was a row about figs. We have a beautiful small fig tree against a south facing wall and this year for the first time it is covered with pale green ‘White Marseilles’ figs.
The girls have developed a taste for them and have been eating those which have fallen or which they can reach but I was determined they weren’t going to have any more. Luckily I’m bigger than them so I won in the end. HURRAY!
At this point I should explain that I’m not a sexist bully and that they are chickens who are already extremely well fed. The fig tree is in their run and they’ve made a den underneath it and were clearly enjoying the windfalls before I turned up to harvest the rest… there was a lot of squawking when they realised I was taking them away rather than picking the fruit for them!
So what is it about figs that makes them so desirable – even to chickens? And what’s their history in our gardens? And what’s it all got to do with Sussex? Continue reading








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