We chickens have had our beaks put slightly out of joint by the little fluffy bundle of cuteness that is Mr Nibbles (not my words, you understand, but words I seem to hear a lot of these days). We couldn’t work out why he kept getting red and pink smudges on his head, then we realised that he was the daily recipient of lipsticky smooches. What’s he got that we haven’t, I’d like to know? He doesn’t even lay eggs!
And why won’t he stop eating? What’s wrong with him? And he doesn’t even lay eggs! Yes ok, I know I already said that, but when you get affronted you can get a little repetitive. Cut me some slack, I’m new to this blogging lark.
Next time – the mystery of the shop flock