Hen pecked husband

DAY 26 - EGG COUNT 3 (one with small bloodstain)
My husband truly discovered the meaning of the word 'hen pecked' today and it has nothing to do with me! He went up to feed the hens earlier and to go on his daily egg hunt (as previously mentioned, because they are roaming free, they do not always lay in the henhouse.) He put his hand behind the bush by the greenhouse which he knows is one of Blondie's favourite laying spots not realising she was in there.It must have startled her because she went a bit loopy, pecked him and drew blood and then chased him round the veg patch much to the bemusement of the others who all stopped what they were doing to stare at the spectacle.
Suffice to say, my husband was quite put out but I have calmed him by saying she was probably just frightened and has surely not turned into mad, vicious bird who will repeat attack.
Son number one's eye is now turning spectacular shades of purple, red and black but I have a washed and valeted car and a newly mown lawn so am not complaining. He is cleaning out the garage tommorrow and will be packed off to do a car boot fair with the contents on Saturday - amazing how one person's misfortune can turn into another's advantage, isn't it? Bye for now.