Sunday, November 19

My sister is trying to kill me ...

... by sending this photo of her brand new chook, in the full knowledge that it was likely to cause an apoplexy of jealousy - possible head exploding stuff.
Miss Ruby Sunshine (one suspects small loin-fruit had a hand in the naming)
I love chooks but in the inner west (where the Brown-Mouse House is) the neighbours are so damn close there's no way you can have a chook house far enough away from some residence or other to make it legal. Also, I suspect feral cats would make the life of chookies miserable.
Sigh, it's almost enough to make me want to pack up and move to the burbs - almost, but the thought of the commute brings me back to my senses.

2 comments:

caw said...

Ooooo, I don't like chooks at all - so much scratching and clucking and flicking of their beaky little heads with beady eyes darting about. I'm kind of glad it's not allowed in the inner west, otherwise, yer. I fear the ferals would polish them off in a jiffy.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

I suspect your inner mammal fears the chook, they being very close relatives of the dinosaur!