Thursday, October 02, 2008
enter the Five
We call them the Famous Five.
Nothing to do with Enid Blyton.
These are five chickens that suddenly decided to take up residence each night on the old refrigerator outside the kitchen window. I don't know why they chose this spot. You might have thought they'd be bothered by the noise of me rattling round in the kitchen preparing the evening meal.
Sometimes they turn and glance at me over their shoulders. Maybe they're wondering when I'm going to go away and stop bothering them.
Or maybe they're checking to make sure I'm not having a chicken dinner.