Mum's cranky. The chooks hatched from my great-grandad McKinnon eggs have out-smarted Mum & Dad. They have found their way to our house, from 'their home' 300m away. First, they did my Grandad Gibson's head in as they attacked his garden and now that we have them, they're back in the bad books!But I love them! I can't see what Mum's fussing about - it's not like they've dug up the daffodils, or taken off with a gumboot. I guess maybe, it's got something to do with the amount of time Mum's washing down the concrete and grabbing me away from some seriously interesting goo on the lawn... Now though, she's taken to throwing water at them! Apparently that'll scare them from around our house.
Meanwhile though, at 14.5 months old, I'm all into ducks, cows, dogs and chooks. So much so that when Mum sings Old MacDonald I'm giving the 'sound' I want for the 'next verse' she swings into - just so she knows what animal I want Old MacD to have addressed next. Such is life...at least when I'm not climbing and freaking Mum out that I'll be the next kid off to hospital with broken bones, that is!!
By the way...I'm going to be getting a little brother or sister after Christmas! Maybe end of January/beginning of February. Then, I suppose, I'll start hearing the word "Gentle..." in my sleep, forever.
