The Hedgerow Diaries

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Well no news from the publisher as yet so no alternative to unfold Part two to you who have been following me. Thank you

The Hedgerow Diaries

Part Two - Summer Time adventures

Chapter One

Cherry Tree Chickens.

Donnella and Drake had settled in very nicely in the hedgerow, they had a good supply of worms and slugs and water.

They had made some friends who used to visit the hedgerow, but not many. The hedgehog was a regular visitor, along with some hedge sparrows. They talked about the white chickens and the concert they had promised everybody. Everyone was awaiting the news of when and where the concert would take place.

The lark stopped by. He was looking for the fairies. He said,                                                         “I say you trolls! Any news of the chicken’s concert yet?” Donnella replied,                               “We are not trolls, we are goblins and no, we have no news!”                                                    “OK then, I’m off” said the lark, sniffily.                                                                                         “Is there any of Daphne’s pie left?” Drake asked. Drake suddenly remembered Daphne;        “The fairies! Where did they go?”                                                                                            “Have you seriously only just remembered the fairies?” asked Donnella.                                      “I remembered the chickens because we saved them, but I forgot all about the fairies!”           “My goodness Drake, what do you think about all the time?” she said.

“My father and brothers and the old days,” sighed Drake. “I’m not saying I don’t love you and love living here with you, but I do miss the Wah Wah tribe, don’t you?”                                    “Well I’m glad about that because I have something to tell you!” said Donnella, with a glint in her eyes.                                                                                                                                                “Go on then, it can’t be that bad!”                                                                                                      ”We are having a baby!” Drake nearly choked on his breakfast.                                                 That’s great news! Let’s tell the world!” he said as he hugged her. He started babbling, “I will have to make a new home and we will have to get clothes for him and get everything sorted out. I will make a list of what we need to do.”                                                                                      “What makes you think it will be a him? What if HE is a HER?” asked Donnella.                       “I thought you always had a boy first!” replied Drake, with a puzzled look on his face.           “Well I was a first born,” chuckled Donnella, “And I am not a boy! You are silly and naive at times, Drake.”                                                                                                                               “We need a name for him or her; we will choose a boy name and a girl name, just in case.” Drake was so excited. Donnella was a bit worried though, she really needed her own mother with her at a time like this, but there was no way they could go back to the tribe after all this time. She would have to manage alone. The baby would be with them in less than six months so they needed to get organised.

Meanwhile, back at the old oak tree, the fairies and the elves were getting on famously. They worked together to gather food and Daphne still had a steady stream of new hedgerow animals to tend to. She was as busy as ever making her lotions and potions. One morning Lilly said, “I wonder how the singing chickens are getting on with their life in the wilderness?”

“I’m sure they are fine, but it would be nice to know when the concert is. Shall we go and have a look for them and help them sort out the concert?” Petal suggested.                                        “Erm, don’t we need to get a certain wedding organised first?” replied Jack.                               “Oh yes please, that would be lovely.” beamed Blossom.

Elgar suggested to them, “Why don’t Petunia and I go and look for the chickens and Blossom and Jack, Daphne and Lilly stay here and organise the wedding!”                                              “We will come with you said Arif and Foster.”                                                                               “Great idea!” agreed Jack. They set off. Firstly heading for the weeping willow tree, as that was the last place they had seen the chickens. It seemed a lot further away than it had when they last did this journey.

Petunia was by Elgar’s side. They had become very close in the past few weeks, they got on really well and he was very caring and attentive towards her. He looked over at her as they flew side by side and grabbed her hand.                                                                                               “Come on slow coach, keep up! Are you day dreaming again?” Elgar said in a very soft voice. Petunia smiled back at him.                                                                                                             “I think I can see the weeping willow tree” said Foster.                                                              “Yes that’s it” replied Arif. “Can’t see any chickens though!” They looked around all the hedgerows nearby. They also looked at the bases of trees, the long grasses and even the stream, but there was no sign of the chickens. Petunia and the elves searched through brambles, and hawthorn bushes. Still there was no sign of them.                                                                          Suddenly Fosterr announced, “I can hear singing!”                                                                 “Where?” asked Elgar.They all stood still and listened

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