The Chook news
Yesterday I could not find the speckled chook. The red one meandered around softly clucking away to herself. I believe that she was probably lonely. I was sad, thinking that perhaps a dog or a large cat or a fox had made a meal of her and was mentally distancing myself from the sorrow. However when I raced upstairs to go to the bath room before I went to pick up my son, who should I see crouched cluck, clucking to herself on Nir's bed, but speckled chook. And she had poohed. She had poohed on... Sign in to see full entry.