I've been worried about the chicken this weekend. Ever since the King's chicken died I've been much more aware our chicken's mortality. One day I just she'll die too. It makes me very sad. She's 10 years old we think. And such a trooper. She reminds me a bit of Bec.
But she came back this afternoon and I was very happy. Good old chicken.
Not Snackpack! Take me, but spare Snackpack…
Rach / 7:21am / 31 October 2005