Ed's come back.
Found the chooks in front yard
- again.
I've failed to take note
- again.
The chooks are enamoured of the scratchy pine bark.
They cluck-chuckle happily when they manage to sneak in.
They know they've been caught
- again.
They know the drill well
though they fake scandalised looks
and the wing-finger-tip flurry
of horror -
hands to hair -
that housewives might pretend.
Ed
is shepherding them out.
With a fishing rod.
The neighbours are doing renos* and he's been afforded
salvage rights
(aside) people are so wasteful!
Hence fishy business soon done (wipe hands).
I -
am enjoying arvo* sun...
Ed -
has unearthed reward beer.
Caaaallllmmmm.
.
Bloody hell! Don't believe it! Kwwwwok! Kwok! Kwok! Kwok!
.
*Renovations; *afternoon
