Tweet
I can laugh now they're all safe. Cos I know how horrible it is when you're on your own and can't sort it.Reminded me of the day I first let the 5 I got off Lynda out. Went down at dusk, mine were in, hers were out. Everytime I opened the door to put one of hers in, one of mine popped out, ended up with hers in..and 5 of mine sat on my feet saying "what now then mum" It didn't help me finding it funny and laughing like an idiot. The next night though hers had gone to bed with the babies, which was fine..except that 1 was missing..and it was dark (work) and raining in sheets (again). Hunted high and low, in every cranny and tree, no sign. Shot down as soon as I woke up in the morning and went round the corner of the barn doing my buk buk buk routine..only to see the little s*d emerge completely happy from the poots hutch. How he got into their run is a mystery, and Mr poot crowed very quietly for the rest of the day, apparently yelling at the big guys through the mesh is a lot different to sharing your house with a bolshy teenager twice your height.
Comment