I have three chickens that were raised my the Fijian government. They are holding a coup and going feral. Each day the three of them take themselves on missions up the driveway, into the front paddock and around the neighbourhood.
I have spent the last few weeks building dog/chicken proof fencing and now we are all moved in ... except for the rebel foul army. They are waiting on their new 'coop' to arrive.
Moving is about as much fun as sitting on cold concrete in a leotard. In my ute hauling, box packing, stair negotiating week I have not had time to do much blogging. So this is short but congratulatory. Serendipity over here is the proud owner of a new 'pigeon pair' brooch set. Next post will ham up the Twilight Market that's on the books for this Friday!