“I’ll have to make a frame for them to climb,” said Mick. “No hurry. They’ve got a bit to grow before they’ll need it, but I’ll get onto it tomorrow. And the reticulation. Should be easy to patch it into the retic you’ve already got.”
“Looks fantastic, Mick. You’ve done a great job. Hungry?”
“Mate, I could eat the crotch out of a low flyin’ duck.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “Let me go and shower and change and I’ll come up to the house.”
“Okay, but it’s nearly ready.”
Long fingers of shadow stretched across the lawn. The chickens had already retired for the night. The closer he got to the house, the stronger the warm smells of something cooking grew. He smiled a contended smile and glanced back over his shoulder towards Mick’s cottage.