Forget National Geographic's 'The Great Migration', wildebeest, zebras, crabs and jellyfish have nothing on what I witnessed this morning in Northamptonshire!

I'm talking about 'The great worm migration of Wootton'!

Today on our early morning walk Jynx and I encountered what can only be described as hundreds of the little buggers all inching their way across the path from one patch of grass to another, now this caused a few problems for me as I don't like to harm any of Gods creatures especially ones that are good for the garden, so I had to gingerly pick my way carefully through their squirming bodies, although I'm sure I felt the squish of one or two under my dog walking boots!

No such worries for Jynx she just ran straight over the top of them and even stopped to pick the odd one up now and then - RIP little worms!

We walked through the horse field again today and Jynx ran up to the horse (who I have named Tony) and again tried to get him to play with her but alas he was too busy with his breakfast.

Since we've been back from the usual round of school run and Tescos Jynx has been on her best behaviour as we have electricians in doing some work - until just a moment ago when I caught her in the chicken run again this time Belle was the object of her attention, Nunu and Lulu having sought safety on high ground (the top of the hen house) and Doodle doing her best impression of an ostrich with her head buried in the corner, beside the hedge, and her white tail feathers sticking out! Poor Belle I fear has been plucked of a number of feathers and was looking slightly shell shocked when I finally arrived to save her, no sooner as I had got Jynx off Belle she caught sight of Doodle in the corner and she also received a run by plucking!!

Suffice to say the chickens have survived and Jynx has been scolded but my heart is still beating like a steam train at the exertion of sprinting (if that's how you can describe it) to the chicken run and then trying to get hold of Jynx as she ran round and round the garden with a mouthful of feathers. I had to resort to bribery in the end but she is now safely behind bars again and I am going to call DH to tell him about the fun evening I have planned for him strengthening the defences of the chicken run!

So until next time when who knows I might be reporting of a plague of locusts that has suddenly attacked the midlands!