The chickens that is. 'Cos every night when I go to put them to bed one will not be there but it is never the same one. At about 10 o'clock the chicken in question will saunter home with a look of "Yeah, so? What's the problem?" and proceed to run around the car/hedge/picnic table or anything rather than go to bed. I have this lovely image of them drawing (real) straws to see who will get the privilege of being a complete pain in the posterior tonight. Chick
ens eh - who'd 'ave 'em?
ens eh - who'd 'ave 'em? Well at least they never get as muddy as our neighbour's great-grandchild when she came over for a BBQ and to play with the boys!! Somehow I don't think those pale pink shorts will ever be clean again.
wow! thats some mega mud lol!
ReplyDeleteaaah bless her : ) looks like they had fun.
ReplyDeleteChicken conspiracy most definitely