Wednesday, 17 October 2012
I have developed a theory about Tristan.
I think he's undercover.
I don't think he's a rooster. I don't even think he's a boy. I don't even think he's a chicken.
I think he's a 16 year old girl from Brisbane. He gives himself away with his upward inflection. Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrrrrRR??? He says. And then it's like he remembers himself, and he reverts back to the standard Rrr-rrr-rrr-RRRrrrr.
I'm loving my chook-chooks. They are quite companionable little things. Late Sunday afternoon I planted seedlings into the veggie patch, and they were quite happy to hang around, digging into things, being a bit chatty. Luckily the chicken wire went up after only one bok choy leaf was eaten.