Chicken Boy

He had a great time over at Merricks Estate AKA Panthas Planet today.

He got to feed the chickens......have a ride around the block on a boat trolley......hang out with some blokes.......and Pantha let him take some pics of the chicken with her old camera...which again were just fabulous (she is going to send them over I will post one as an extra later). A marvelous world for a little guy for sure. Meanwhile P and I got to have a bit of a chin wag and catch up....it's been a while.

Rumi on the other hand...(after his trolley trip) needed to be tied up...which he forgot. When he could not stand watching the chicken antics anymore and just had to have a go at them......after a very heroic and aggressive lunge he came to a screaming and shocked halt ....nearly pulling the bench off  of the verandah..whilst those chickens clucked and sniggered as the sauntered off behind the Tulsi bush.

“People who count their chickens before they are hatched act very wisely because chickens run about so absurdly that it's impossible to count them accurately.”
-Oscar Wilde