whilst mum is away chasing sunshine in lightening ridge, im looking after her chooks. yesterday i almost bundled them into my car and took them down the drive way back home with me. they are sad and skinny. im not sure if they were always that skinny, but mine definitely look fat compared to hers. i didnt bring them home because im sure there would be a chook fight and i think mine would win. which would be worse than sad skinny chooks.
i like walking around her garden.. she grew it all from a big patch of dust and gravel.
so anyway, i picked the chooks some silverbeet and myself a bunch flowers and went back home again.