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?
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