My gang made a break for the horses’ paddock earlier, and when I looked out there, I could see a dozen chooks and an equal number of Robins all digging and rooting around in the mud.
All happy little campers all getting along, then the mean Hooman had to come along, pitch a fit and go running out there chasing the chooks home.
The Robins flew off to the other paddock looking at me like I was crazy! I am you silly! I am crazy! Stay away!
