My poor neightbours hear me singing to my chooks first thing...
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chickennnnn
Lay a little egg for meeeeeeee
Chick, chick, chick, chick chickennnnnn
I want one for my teeeeeeeeee
Then to the greenhouse with a 'hello my lovlies' in a broad (but totally fake) West country accent followed by hearty congratulations for any new leaves....and a conversation (still in a funny accent) of what they'd like for breakfast "so who's for growmore and who'd like a nice drop of nettle tea then?"
A little bit of digging and admonishments for slugs...
Then I sadly explain to the weeds that they cannot stay,
Before chucking them into the chicken run with my world famous Bok Bokking chicken impression.
My daughter is routinely mortified
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chickennnnn
Lay a little egg for meeeeeeee
Chick, chick, chick, chick chickennnnnn
I want one for my teeeeeeeeee
Then to the greenhouse with a 'hello my lovlies' in a broad (but totally fake) West country accent followed by hearty congratulations for any new leaves....and a conversation (still in a funny accent) of what they'd like for breakfast "so who's for growmore and who'd like a nice drop of nettle tea then?"
A little bit of digging and admonishments for slugs...
Then I sadly explain to the weeds that they cannot stay,
Before chucking them into the chicken run with my world famous Bok Bokking chicken impression.
My daughter is routinely mortified
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