Chickens!
Chickens! We are looking after the neighbours' chickens for the bank holiday weekend. The countryside is overrun with foxes, as no one hunts them anymore. And I mean the farmers, not those idiots in red coats. My sister lives in the city of Peterborough and says they have so many foxes hanging around the dustbins. But we have to let them out in the morning and lock them up at nights. I don't mind it now, but they used to have a giant Cockrell we nicknamed: Lenin. for British viewers, they will... Sign in to see full entry.