Ideas man

I think Young Boy is a stew tomorrow. We went to Brisbane today and I got the run-down from their babysitter when I got home. Turns out Young Boy was crazy, picking fights with everyone, even the ducks. He chased all the chickens into the bush and poor GOB and Lucille 2 were separated and not even penned when I got home. It still cracks me up when I use GOB and Lucille in a sentence. I think I got the names right as I suspect the brown one is indeed a rooster (so don't get too attached Izzy).

I don't think Young Boy is aware of the pecking order in my chicken pen, or the rules for that fact.
Rule #1 - Don't mess with the ducks.
Rule #2 - Don't mess with Old Boy
and I'm pretty sure that's it, I don't think there is a rule about Speedy, she's sort of counted in with the ducks. But he broke both rules today.

Baby Girl made a new nest and wasn't penned last night. She had tucked herself underneath the shed. While I wasn't too keen on getting on my hands and knees and shimming up under the shed, I would have done it for the duck. BUT, someone smarter than me just ripped back the corrugated iron and picked up the baby girl, easy. No dust, spiders or snakes for me or the duck, he's such an ideas man. We saw a snake entering the chicken pen tonight, so I have a feeling Snake Fest 08 is about to start.