Country living is chicken shit!
Alison and Al our friends live near Newquay, at the end of our caravan holiday we stayed with them camping in their gorgeous garden.
Alison keeps chickens and grows her own vegetables all very organic.
Alex spent hours in the chicken shed loving every moment until one particular chicken shat on him. Gary said he'd sort it all out by that i assumed he'd clean the poo off Alex's shoulders as a chicken had been sitting there quite happily before following through.
There's me thinking problem sorted, i mean wiping up poo is quite simple. Of course chicken shit really hums one whiff had Gary heaving leaving him basically helpless, Alex is flapping (scuse the pun) as he feels uncomfortable. Alison deals with the problem within seconds i'm now on the floor laughing as Gary has gone pale and quiet highlighting the fact he's not one to turn to in a crisis. Welcome to country living!
1 comment:
Well, what a flulish thing to do: getting blogged down in life, when you can count all your feathers on your cap, or your literary eggs while they hatch. However, I am cock-a-hoop reading your stuff, and you seem to be a nice, greggarious kind. However, make sure you don't get cooped out, and don't cook your own goose by stopping all this. Cheers!
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