Pulling up at the local farm shop for our weekly food shop, I made a mental note of what we needed.
Milk, bread, veg…
Only, as I arrived that day in 2016 with my dad Louie, 79, I spotted the owner walking across the yard with a bucket.
What’s he got in there? I thought curiously.
Approaching the man, he held the bucket out.
Inside was a fluffy chick