synchronized chewing

Nanny duties today with my other triple troubles, my grandsons aged 4, 6 and 8. I took them to Seaford beach to watch the diggers rearrange the shingle after the storms and to play in the park. We had a surreal conversation about chickens. Boys of that age have such amazing imaginations!

The pups have taken a bit of a back seat today so they had some chewies to make up for being neglected, poor loves.