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Post by chocolatedog on Oct 6, 2009 21:26:14 GMT
Yup - my chickens talk to me too - especially Ginger who buks away gently as she forages round the garden...... Spice tends to BUK BUK BU-KAWK loudly in indignation at the real cd, and Pepper doesn't generally say much at all - just gets on with the serious task of scratching up my garden........ they're getting quite fond of cd junior too, as he lets them out of their run in the mornings and comes up the garden with me to give them their daily scattering of corn (like chocolate to a chicken!) when we put them back in the run as light starts to fade. So it's really funny to watch a wee boy running up the garden chased hotly by 3 scampering chickens (if you can scamper on just 2 legs?) ;D
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Post by Steve Hopwood on Oct 11, 2009 22:01:40 GMT
Friday night is Woofy Waggy Thing Night. 4 houses in the villages around Gainsborough, 8 kids, 7 WW's. We all know that doing something once with a WW means it will happen for the rest of their lives so far as WW's are concerned. Picture the scene. A bright, sunny, warm afternoon a few weeks ago and I pitch up at the house of a new pupil. I am met by two WW's. WW no 1 is more experienced in these matters and hid under the table growling her disapproval. It took at least 10 mins to win her around. WW no 2 is a trollop. She hurled herself into my arms and demanded instant tummy tickles. It took me a while to disengage and introduce myself to the reason I was actually at the house - the child I was booked to teach. All went well, and at the end I took my leave and went outside. Where I was met by The Trollop and Her Ball. I had plenty of time, so I obligingly threw it a few times, gradually advancing up the garden a la Louis and The Chicken. Forgetting that this meant I would have to do the same on every subsequent visit. Whatever the weather. Boy oh boy but it was raining hard on Friday night. Undeterred, The Trollop was waiting. I got quite wet. ;D Hey ho.
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Post by chocolatedog on Oct 12, 2009 19:06:43 GMT
Yup - the real cd is a bit of a trollop - but not as bad as her predecessor, black dog, who when we had a house full of guests (some sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags) was found in the morning lying stretched out alongside one male guest with her nose almost touching his on the pillow.... (poor chap has never lived it down, although having said that, we have completely lost touch over the last 5 years........)
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