I can't believe it. I have been mugged by my own chooks! Here I am, a grown woman of a certain age, being held at bay and pecked if I dare move by 3 femme fatale's. It's No.2 son's fault. He did not do his chores last night and 'forgot' to feed the darlings. They like their special grains and like them PRONTO.
With a deep breath I charged at the posse and made it to the feed container in one piece. 10mins later, with grain in abundance, all is forgiven. In fact it was group hug time.
 |
| Gertrude giving attitude. |
 |
| Audrey looking like she knows nothing. |
 |
| The femme fatales-Audrey, Gladys and Gertrude. |
Meanwhile back at the ranch......
 |
| I told you I heard intel on the planned rebellion. |
 |
| Pssst- heard the latest? |
