So, the chooks decided in their infinite wisdom to rip up part of the lawn. I looked at it and thought you little bitches. Women. Pains in the arse. Not me, of course. Anyway, I decided to buy some pavers to pave over the ripped up area and deter more random acts of hormonal chookery. The pavers looked so good that I ripped up another area and extended the paving further. Huh. And the chooks shall lead the way.
Chooks – really bad to the bone contrary buggers or visionaries?