... I am now a poultry farmer. And they've got me already! During a comical dash for freedom yours truely took a stumble mid pursuit and suffered a very serious grazed elbow! The cheeky little egg machine! I've also learnt that my significant other has a complex with hens and in no way can deal with being around them. My simple request of "keep an eye on them" while I made an ass running aroung like a headless chicken (gedddit?) after the Michael Scholfield wanna be was returned by a hysterical girl with another hen mid escape!
So, off to bed with an exciting morning ahead of me, First task: cleaning out hen poo from the jeep! The moral: don't underestimate there pooing ability over a short time! and the stuff STINKS!
Jay
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