Well when the chookie has come to the end of her life. Life gets tough. One can"t sit on the perch anymore, one can"t get to the bowl in time, one is last to the scraps heap and need I go on. There are still 3 ducks left in the yard, so I can"t understand what the fuss is about. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh History Makers Band is on. .yeeeeeaaaaaaa. "You"re Amazing". A good night at church go to Victory Church Bendigo.
Anyway all good chookies come to an end of a long egg laying life. Fact of life. (With a few fights thrown in by the way) And a few fights in the duck pen would also be avoided if a certain individual was seperated.
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Brrrrkk.... You can't do that... they are my sisters. I'm going to knock you off one day...
You are a bad egg.
Quack... yes I am getting picked on. It's not fair considering I was here first.
Can I please sleep in the house? Please please? It's freezing out here. I hear there's a vacant spot on the end of Rachel's bed...
Love, your little friend down the back.
Blog, darnit! I've been waiting for a new post ever since isobelle trod on her first egg.
Meow. Please blog... meow. Because I want to sit on your knee and read your blog.
I'm sitting on your bedroom wall... and I say... BLOG! Or I'll bite you!
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